"I am here for<em>weregild</em>." Rimeera spat back, glowering at her. Then she called out. "Capture one or two if you can? We need information, and he did one of those curses on him."<br/><br/>"The question is... will you answer questions for me? Or will I hand you over to my Fynn to do with as he wishes?" Rimeera asked, looking at the woman in significantly less pleasure, her voice growing soft. "I imagine thralldom to him would be less preferable to me."