Carol
Levi Cortez
Northwind

Levi listened to the man's words. Every fiber in his body urged him to stand and fight, but he looked around at his men. Those that were left were being grouped together and the blades at their necks were drawing blood. The muscles in Levi's jaw strained as his mind set, and he looked up at Tharn and spit a wad of blood on the ground. 

"A chance to live another day? I can't wait until John de Burgh stands tall above your corpse." Roryk said, breaking his silence. Levi groaned silently as Roryk realized what he had done.
Frankie
Tharn Skorn
On the road to Burgh

Tharn smirked, and with an almost imperceptible signal, two of Levi's men were slaughtered where they stood. 

"That is the price you pay for insolence," Tharn replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "If you wish to have more blood on your hands, please, do speak, but if not, then you both will come with me. The choice is yours."
Carol
Levi Cortez
Northwind

Levi shook his head and looked at Tharn. His thoughts drifted a bit as he looked at each of his men. They were all shivering, shaking in their boots. They were not the men he had led here. These were merely boys frightened by someone stronger than them. 

"Lead the way." He said, looking back at Tharn. He had to try to save their lives even if it cost him his own life.