"Indeed. That is why I'm not a chief but a lord."
Silence reigned, and the captives looked at the old woman anxiously. They could tell she was slowly getting to Asher's bottom line, and their saviour would quickly turn to become their killers if things were not restructured.
"What do you want?" Katarain asked.
"I want a trade, but if things get out of hand, I have an army to protect me."
Katarina slowly narrowed her eyes.
"I believe an outlander lord like you must have heard of the clan's powerful horse, the very reason that the Bashan clan has the strongest cavalry in the southern part of the basin. You want the Centrak Steed for your cavalry?"
Asher squinted. "The Centrak steed?"
