Orders: Manumits

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My fearless men!

For months, you lazed about in the barracks, enjoyed the wines we took from nobles’s cellars, gorged on venison your human masters denied you. But then you grew restless, listless. For true warriors long to shed blood, dance to the singing steel!

But! An enemy presented itself: there are reports of manumit presence in my fiefdom. Unacceptable! Track them down, like the dogs of war that you are, and cut their bellies open, and listen to their whimpering, and laugh the roaring laughter of victory!

Do as I say, and you shall be rewarded.
Fail me, and you shall be eviscerated.
Boyar Bakir