"Tandagh, Neghed!" the commander welcomed them in. "You missed a visit from his truely."

"The king?" Tandagh asked as Neghed helped him settle onto the ground next to him. 

"Who else?  He gave us quite the interesting offer."

"Are you going to make me ask?"

"Of course. He offered us his son to be married off to one of us, the last of his bloodline and all!"

"What a great father he must be. When you say one of us, do you mean?"

"All of us in this here tent. No one in particular has taken the offer."

"Do we get to see this prince before agreeing to this?"

Neghed leaned closer to Tandagh. "You know the one prisoner I took who's arm I snapped? That's him."

"Didn't he kill nearly a dozen of us in a row?"

"Humans like him are easy to tame. Just show them who's in charge."

"Hmmm," Tandagh said.

"Are you thinking about it?" Neghed bumped him with his elbow. 

"Sure. My father is going to be up my case if I don't return with someone anyways."

"Perfect," Neghed clasped an arm around him. "And he can stop dropping hints to me every other moon."