Serfs, male and female concubines, servants, and the survivors of the Black Stork tribe looked at her group not with fear, but with hope. To them, Friya and Nalrond were heroes who had come to rescue them from their oppressors.
Where the Yellow Wind tribe saw merciless butchers, everyone else saw champions of justice and freedom.
"Gods, this is so messed up." Friya said. "I mean, I know that the Yellow Wind tribe is the bad guy here, but what about the children? What about the elders? How can we judge who deserves to live and who dies?"
Lith opened his mouth to answer, but Friya stopped him.
"Maybe you can live with that burden on your conscience, but I can't." She said. "I won't hurt anyone without reason."
"I wasn't about to suggest anything cruel." Lith replied. "I wanted to point out that's the reason we need a justice system. This is too big for us. I mean, without its slaves and warriors, the Yellow Wind tribe will collapse.
