"And these dead?" Eric gestured to the corpses lying behind the man. "Who are they?"
"Saracens, Count."
"You're killing Saracens?"
"It is the will of God, Lord," the leader replied cautiously, seeming to sense Eric's displeasure.
"It would be more appropriate if they were warriors." Eric chuckled, then pointed to Turandot at his side. "This man is a Saracen, and he is my friend. Will you kill him?"
"Here in the East, we have some Heretic friends as well. Friendship is a necessity in an Exotic Realm, a point I believe God would agree with, Count." The leader glanced at Turandot. "If he comes in peace, he will live."
"And what about me?" Eric pressed. "How do you plan to treat me?"
"No, Count, that is a question I should be asking you. How do you plan to treat us? Your glory and achievements are worthy of our respect."
