No one moved. Their feet seemed glued to the floor. It was clear that they were considering the morality of the action. The Rebel Master cleared his throat, "This way, the death of the soldiers will not be useless. We will use their blood for a greater good."
Without any questions, two of the soldiers walked out to do as they were told.
The Rebel Master was not satisfied, "Can't three more of you go along? This golden stuff sucks a lot of blood. We will need more dead bodies."
Three more joined after the two who had previously left. The Rebel Master stood, folding his hand behind him. The hand he had cut with his teeth still dripped blood. It pooled on the floor, but the Rebel Master did not care. He was waiting for blood.
Darian had spoken to the men, and they were getting along fine.
