She studies your companions — carefully but nonchalantly, as if examining goods at the market. "Listen, you tr

She studies your companions — carefully but nonchalantly, as if examining goods at the market. "Listen, you tramps! We're from the Technic League. Our slave died, and we need a replacement. One of you will be coming with us. The rest of you are free to go. I advise against resistance — it would be a quick trick to kill every one of you. Choose now the one that you will give."