"I trust you will win, but this is still dangerous," Ning said in a whisper.
"But we have to fight anyway. These people are in trouble. They need my help. Any help."
Ning took a deep breath and nodded. "You'll still have to be careful. They are Reapers, and they have had a long time to prepare for this. So you can only rely on your fighting skills."
Shara nodded. "I will do well."
She was ready to fight, but she wasn't trusting of the prince and the others just yet.
She turned toward the prince and asked, "How do I trust that your men will follow what you have said? How do I trust that you won't get help from outside or try to weasel out of this agreement when you are close to dying?"
The prince appeared to have been waiting for someone to say as much and had thought through how to deal with that as well.
"Ole, have someone fetch your scroll," the prince said.
