"If you wish to ask the name of their leader, then his name is Vol Crooked-Tooth," Penelope said. "I am merely… A sponsor, I suppose, though for the sake of solving misunderstandings, it is often easier for me to act as a representative. My name is Penelope Farseer. I look forward to working with a noble that still has a grasp on the idea of honour."
"Thank you, my Lady," Thornhand said. "It would seem that even in the tragedy of the day, there are the faintest traces of sunlight. The discovery of yourself, and your mercenaries, is a most fortuitous ray."
"Thank you, my Lady," Thornhand's wife said, her quiet voice filled with strength, as she dipped her head reverently towards the woman.
"…That was more pleasant than it ought to have been," Penelope said as they left. "They seemed truly grateful, despite what we did to them earlier this day."