Monica looked back up at Grignak.  "The warrior-women are sellswords.  They did not sign up for this.  So...my daughter will also submit to your will."  She bent down, the merchant-dress hitching up behind her, showing the backs of her thighs.  She worked on Korg.  She seemed to be a quite adept healer, moving efficiently and competently.  In a moment, Grignak heard his man-at-arms coughing.<br/><br/>Monica turned around, still knelt on the ground.  "He will be all right.  In a couple minutes, he will be able to stand."