"I told you that I'd happily commit atrocities against the enemies of the Empire, what did you expect?" You ask. Your hand absentmindedly strokes the hair of the two women attending you, letting them know that they don't need to stop for this petty interruption. "For me to spare the men who sought me dead and refused to lay down their arms, fighting to the last man with the suicidal ferocity of a zealot? The priests in this land, I hate everything they stand for, but I must respect their ability to convince ordinary folk to fight for nothing but the false promise of a life after death..."

Well that's unfair.

The dozen or so who fell to your blade did get to live after death, as revenants in your army.

"I suppose you would believe that," Ragnar growls. He twitches angrily, reminding you that he is a believer in Luminare, which is unfortunately legal in this border territory, so long as the believers don't proselytize or preach against the Divider Lords. It was Kettleburn and his methods that the young man opposed. "What of the children? I've seen women among the corpse pile or clinging to Fionn and his fian, but what have you done with my neighbors' sons and daughters?"

You let out a sigh, and it's not one of pleasure at the work of Juniper and the headman's wife. Dealing with the hamlet's children was the biggest headache of the afternoon, and one of the reasons why you retired for an evening of debauchery. "Fionn and his fian have generously offered to raise the swaddling babes as their own, with the help of their new wives. The rest are being held with the surviving women, to be moved back to Brightsprings on the morrow."

Ragnar's anger settles, slightly. He gives a rather disgusted look at what's become of the scion and the headman's wife. "I wasn't aware any of the women survived, besides the fian's wives and your... pets. What is to become of them and the children?"

You level a gaze at him that makes him stumble back a step.

Humoring his requests while he tried not to stare at your tits or the revenant women shower your lower body with their sloppy affections was amusing. Now that he's acclimated to the scene and can expression judgment of you, it's suddenly become irritating. There are precisely three people in the world who you answer to, and this boy is not one of them.

"Why do you care?" you growl. You take your frustration out on poor Juniper, holding her deep against your crotch until she starts choking and relishing the desperate gasp she makes when you finally let her go.

"What?" he seems taken aback. Both at your sudden violent treatment of your revenants, and at the question itself. "Why wouldn't I care? These people were my neighbors! Even if this rebellion was stupid, even if they let the adventurers hurt Erin... you can't expect me to just-"

"I can, and I will," you tell him. "You have more important things to do than check into the wellbeing of rotten traitors like them, don't you?"