Strangely.

You watch as the cart rolls down the poorly-paved road. Your forty men, lying in wait under the cover of the undergrowth, seem like overkill for such a small transport. You hold up all a hand, gesturing for ten of your men to strike at the cart.

Your men charge from the undergrowth, swiftly advancing on the lightly-defended vehicle. As they approach, a darkly tanned man carrying a staff stands up, atop the cart, and, with a word, slings several bolts of lightning at the closest of your wolves.

This man is a mage, and he is hostile.

When your wolves see their comrades fall, they roar in fury, and charge with renewed vigor. Once the distance is closed, the two women driving the cart leap into the fray, one launching a spray of flame from her hands, failing to do any real damage, but keeping your wolves at bay, while the other draws a pair of stiletto daggers and swiftly dispatches two of your men. The stabs she delivers do not seem like they would be fatal, yet your men fall to them all the same.

The battle is not in the wolves' favor. You must intervene.

Motioning for your wolves to follow, you crash forth from the forest. The effect on the enemy is immediate, as soon as he catches sight of you, the tanned man jumps from the cart, raising his hands aloft, and allowing his staff to clatter to the ground.

"We give in!" he calls, looking directly at you as he does so. Your men move swiftly, pulling the bodies of fallen wolves and slaves off to a safe distance. Lysander alone steps forward, towards the dagger-wielder. Her face spreads into a maniacal grin, and she begins laughing hysterically.

“You are the guy with the funny eyebrows!” She exclaims gleefully. Lysander glances at you grimly, but does not speak.

Your men close on the two women, aiming to restrain them, when the darkly tanned man steps directly in front of you, and speaks again, staring up into your eyes.

“Touch me or my property and there will be a bloodbath.”

You weigh your next words carefully, this man is dangerous. When you speak, your tone amused, as if his threat had no significance whatsoever to you.

"Nice threat, but you and I both now that your odds are pretty long here. Besides," You lean slightly closer to the man, and your voice darkens. "I could crush the life from you before you speak another word, and right now, I don't see any reason not to."