Reaver, you know that I love each soul in Barcaza as the children of my Father, brothers and sisters all. That I have pleaded your cases and tended you in sickness.

Prefect and Pendragon have been abandoned as cruelly as any of your brethren sent to the pillory-- discarded by the King and Country to whom they are still loyal. Do not send them to slavery or the noose.

You are rich, surely you above all can afford mercy?