‘What did she say, Sergeant?’ Paltry Skint asked. ‘Just an ex-slave,’ Spindle said, turning back to look at the town. ‘With a request.’ ‘Let’s hear it,’ Benger said in a low, careful tone. ‘She asked that we burn the town down to the ground,’ Spindle said. ‘It was all they wanted, really. Just that.’ He faced them. ‘I’m asking for a vote on this. Hands up if you’re good with…’ His words fell away, as he didn’t need the rest. Every hand was raised high.
:'(
