"You're interested? Then, I won't tell you," Mallory replied matter-of-factly.
Alaric clicked his tongue and gestured at Mike, "Yeah, we'll see about that."
In no time at all, Mike arrived at Alaric's side. In his hand was a bag, and Alaric reached into it, only to reveal a pair of pliers.
With no urgency to his step, Alaric paced around the restrained Mallory, and asked, "What's more important? A name, or your bloodline?"
Mallory's laughter soon rang throughout the silent battlefield. It was eerie and frightened every soldier nearby.
"Is he going to attack?!"
"Prepare for combat!"
"I... thought we won..."
You have an army of 100,000. You have neither the food nor drink necessary to sustain it.
How do you go on? Find a river? Hunt the nearest forest into extinction? Cannibalism?