A Dire Question

Erik looked at Luna, his glower deepening.
"To accept help from this filth would do nothing but shame us. The only reason bandits aid others is to use them for their own ends. If we remain in their company, we will wear irons before we touch the soil of Midgard."
In such a small space, he would hurt his allies if he did away with the bandits. He turned to the others.
"Would you remain with these heathens?"

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