"Willing to talk to me now?" he asked.
As for Antitina's question—Brand glanced at the local people who looked like refugees and was not surprised. Here, even life itself is a fragile and worthless thing. Antitina would probably never imagine that in some places, you can exchange for a boy with the price of a sheep, and if it's a girl, the price would be even lower.
With a little bit of power or strength, you can trample on the existence of others at will. Both robbers and lords kill people, the difference is one does it outside the city walls, the other inside. Even if you kill someone in the street, you just need to compensate the local lord with a bit of money to settle it—in darker terms, he might even want you to kill one or two more.
Because in the eyes of some lords, solid gold coins are far more lovable than those people who still need money to be kept alive.
Antitina was slightly stunned.
