"Capture the barbarian scout and bring him to me at once," you say with a gusto of a king.
"As you wish my Lord," the commander says as he gathers a few men and leaves.
Meanwhile you start taking a grip of what's actually happening realizing, everything that you heard from Loki is true. You are in the game of Civilization.
You head back to your tent to see your minister waiting for you.
"My lord, here are the latest reports from our city. We have been blessed with good growth and our population has been very productive. We need your orders on where to invest our resources." The minister said.
Just as you are studying the reports, the commander returns with two men holding the barbarian scout.
You see she is a woman dressed in ragged clothes. She is tall and slim but with a certain vigor to herself. Long auburn hair tied in a single knot and might brown eyes looking at you with a piercing gaze. She had fair skin with bruises and scars all over.
"What's your name woman, and what business you have here?" You ask demanding an answer.
She looks at you with anger and stayed shut denying to answer. One of the solider hit his the handle of his axe on the back of her thigh dropping her to her knees, "you will answer to our king," the soldier grunted.
"He is your king, not mine. I don't owe him an answer," she said with the sharpness of vinegar.
"My King, she is a barbarian. She won't answer this easily. She will be required to be interrogated properly.
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