"You can be<em>my</em>priestess, and do your best to convince me to treat your people better. Or you can stay here, for years on end." Finexia told her inexorably, shrugging. "It is your choice. It will take you a year to produce approximately a thousand tentacles for me. And yes, they probably would be used against your people. But it is<em>your choice</em>."<br/><br/>"Ah, and in case you are curious, Princess Farren chose to marry me willingly, in exchange for the opportunity to have her soldiers serve in non-combat roles, and outside of situations like your own. A handful chose not to take me up on it, but I am a woman of my word. Alas, your refusal came before that deal." Finexia added, shrugging. "So resisting helped your people naught at all."