A challenge from the elder daughter

The barbarian tomboy, eyes furious, begins walking towards you until the guards cross their spears in her path. She curses your men in her tongue, and leans over the crossed spears, eyes locked on you. "Boy!" she calls out in heavily accented Almain. "I know are leader here. I, Shara, child of mighty Vetrix, challenge you!"

You eye the wild-eyed barbarian questioningly. Her challenge caught you off guard. The last thing you expected from your prisoners was them making demandsof you. Shara is getting visibly frustrated by your silence. "I know what you want. You want shame my family. My father train me as warrior. If you are not fear, wrestle me." Shara folds her arms and assumes a confident smirk. You raise your eyebrow at the proposal, but still say nothing.

She loses her cool again. "Fine lecher. I offer deal. We wrestle without clothing. If I make you..." she doesn't seem to know the word, but her gestures and the context allow you to understand, "with hands or mouth, you free us. If you..." gestures again, "with my body, you keep us as prize. Deal?"

You ponder this deal. Technically, there is nothing stopping you from taking the three anyways, and she really has no position to bargain from. Still, despite your rational thoughts, the idea of a sex-wrestling match with the pretty tomboy is...exciting.