If I were aiming to outfit a ship with expendables for hunting, I'd ask for a thousand and see what color your face turned.

[But he's not strictly doing that just now, strictly speaking. Sat there on the crate, Flint surveys the scattered pieces and Tony in the midst of them. Runs one hand absently over the other, working at one set of slightly stuff knuckles before spreading his hands.]

I imagine they will take what they can get, but my intention isn't to make a show of goodwill. It's to see them made more effective in their work.

[Raids on supply trains and slaver caravans; killings of semi-notable slavers.]