"By the way… how did you do it?" Sigfred's gaze lingered on Lazira, the sharpest tongue among the four women. He knew they had skill—yes—but how could four unassuming maids topple twenty hardened men without so much as a wound? It gnawed at him.
"Well, my lord…" Lazira hesitated, her eyes darting helplessly toward Aryana and Veronica. Neither met her gaze. She turned to Marjan, who only shrugged.
Lazira released a deep sigh. "It is because they were thinking with their lower half and not their brains. They had also underestimated us." Lazira paused and then she smiled slyly. "Veronica lit an incense that weakened and put them to sleep for a few minutes. It was enough for the four of us to tie them up before their senses could come back. There were six of them who recovered fast, but Aryana and Veronica subdued them without difficulty."
