A Surprising Turn of Events

From the start, you could tell that the enemy's behavior was strange. Rather than chase after your horsemen, the barbarians chose to flee upon first sight. Unlucky for them, they fled the wrong direction into your trap. Just as your spearmen began to hack into them, the enemy began to route. Seeing as there was nowhere left to go, the Khan personally came out to offer unconditional surrender. While you were still initially suspicious, his troops laid down their arms rather abruptly and you accepted his invitation to surrender. As your party filed into their camp to negotiate terms, you quickly understood the reason for their cowardice. The remaining soldiers, if you could even call them that, consisted of the young, wounded, and elderly. You even spotted a one-armed man barely holding onto his reins.

As you sit in the Khan's tent waiting for him to arrive, you raise your head when you hear a commotion. It was the Khan dragging in a struggling young maiden in an embroidered silk dress. She pulls and begs at him in an indecipherable tongue. Finally, he wrangles her to get on her knees before you.

"My only daughter. Untouched. She yours. Please let people go." He gestures at her. Her teary eyes stared emotionlessly ahead at your feet. He yells at her in their tongue until she finally looks you in the eye and comes to her feet. Immediately flinching upon meeting your eye, she blushes and casts her eyes downwards. A shy girl. How cute. You study her. She trembles at your gaze as you stand and tower over her. A cute, curvy girl of short stature, her pale complexion and light brown hair/eyes signal that she was from the West.

As for how west exactly, you had to study the embroidery of her silk dress. Ornate green with a special flourish of gold, you could tell she was from the Ilkhanate, or at least what remained of it. Her bounteous breasts pushes against the confines of her dress, as you could tell that, despite its luxurious make, it was made for her long ago. Just from the clues, you determine that this "horde" was an expelled noble house of Temujin. Persianized and accustomed to sedentary life, their abrupt expulsion from the mountainous lands into nomadic life was like forcing a pet animal into the wild. Hence their pitiful excuse of a resistance.

The Khan flashes you a wormy grin.

"You like? She like her mom. Good to hump. Make many son."