An offer from the mother

Bold and confident, this noblewoman of the barbarians steps away from her the assigned guards and approaches you. She addresses you in perfect Almain. "Greetings, I am Dobra, wife of Vetrix. Young lord, I recognize your victory here. Living as I have, I also know that 'To the victor go the spoils'". She pauses to collect herself. "That is why I would like to now appeal to your sense of mercy. Please, let my daughters go free. In exchange, I offer myself to you." She finishes with a low, graceful bow. The eldest daughter seems to understand this last line and moves to her mother, hand outstreched imploringly. The guards, not cowed by her presence like her mother, get her back. Dobra snaps something at her in the barbarian tongue, and the girl settles.