"Commander, listen, I do not need to prod at the source of your strength. I just mean to point out that, as things are, we can not continue for long. Think about it merely in terms of logistics. If merchants are to enter into our village to see monsters, what will they think? Word will spread, and it won't be long before someone with the wrong idea comes all the way to our doorstep, ready to let us know just how annoyed they are," the Elder said. "I am looking for peace, and stability. At your age, I know it to be difficult, but try to think of the years ahead. You can sow seeds here, Commander, if you've the patience to let them grow."
"I shall not stop, Elder," Vol said, quite firmly. "But you bring up a point about the merchants. We will need to work out a compromise. That will be your job. I need my monsters to train my men. You can not talk me out of it."
