Mercy

"She's had enough for the day," you say. "Take her to the coldest cell we have and give her the worst food we can make. Shit on a plate if you need to."

Kelly looks down at the ground, frowning. Marta nods with disappointment, before you turn and head out the door. Morrigan and Lilith follow, and you turn to them, raising an eyebrow.

"Lilith? Was that good enough for you?"

"It was. A shame you released her. Perhaps you're not as hard-hearted as I had hoped."

"I'm hard in other places, and that's why you keep me around," you say. "Morrigan, how goes our plans?"

"We've been raiding enough to survive, but our recruitment numbers are low. We barely have enough highwaymen, bandits and raiders coming here to recoup our losses from raiding," Morrigan notes.

"I presume you have some sort of solution?" you ask.

"The savage Orcs of the North, stretched across the Spine. Hardy people, bloodthirsty warriors and brutal raiders. They've been losing territory to the races of Man and Elf for the past few decades, ever since their last Great Chieftain led a great army south," Morrigan says. "I have contacts with one of the larger tribes that I've fought with before, the Blackfury Clan. If we can forge an alliance with them, we can build an army great enough to actually begin doing some conquering."

" I am Lilith, infernal succubus and mistress of the infernal fucking realms, I don't 'forge alliances'.

"I'm inclined to go with Lilith here. I'm going to subjugate those pricks the same way I subjugated you. Organize me a trip North, Morrigan. We're going to find some more minions."