Don stood up quickly, his face twisted in anger. Rolf had dared come here and beg for help and then was unwilling to give anything in return. No matter how much the man begged, Don would not be swayed. In exchange for his help, something must be given in return, and that something must be precious, to make an example of his failure to bring his tithe on time.<br/><br/>“I offer you kindness and all you have to say is more begging. No. Worse than begging. You speak ill of your own daughter.” Don raged, going around the desk and grabbing Rolf by the back of his shirt. “If she is such a burden on you and your family then I will take her off your hands. By all means you have it hard enough, why should you have to provide for such as useless daughter.” He stalked towards the door with the man in tow.<br/><br/>Outside, the news had spread quickly. The lord had a visitor and was actually taking the time to speak with him. Around the door many servants were gathered. The bravest and most curious of them pressed their ears to the door or wall, trying to hear even the faintest hint of what was going on. They took hurried steps back as the door was opened, every head turning to face the floor. What they all saw was Rolf’s form sprawl across the floor as he was thrown out of the study.<br/><br/>“Give this man gold and a horse back home.” Don ordered, pointing to a nameless servant to carry it out. “Send a pair of the guard with him. Tell them to return with his daughter Mila. If he does not send her willingly, bring her here by force” He finished, slamming the door to the study behind him. What had once been an offer was now an order. Rolf had destroyed any choice he had in the matter, not that he had much to begin with.