Frode: "My Lord, the raids on the Viking villages have been successful. But we have a good number of civilians left over..."
The Nameless One: "Send them to the front."
Frode: "My Lord? Would the civilians not make good slaves? Perhaps they could even be used in the homeland?"
The Nameless One: "Did I stutter, Frode?"
Frode: "My Lord... they are Vikings... would it not be, decent of us to at least exchange them for the resources we need?"
The Nameless One: "Oh Frode... precious Frode. Your obsession with our logistics is why we are in this mess to begin with."
Frode: "I-... don't follow, my Lord."
The Nameless One: "Those civilians will be far more useful to us as shields for our men. And if they somehow, cross over that battlefield, they will disrupt our enemies' positions."
Frode: "My Lord... we could-"
The Nameless One: "What use do you think these people have in our Horde? These are the same spineless, pathetic cowards who fled from our glory. Weak men who refused to fight, and even weaker children who could not stand our gaze."
The Nameless One: "Do you not remember one of our core tenets, Frode? In order for the strong to inherit the earth... the weak must be culled."
