He doesn't answer immediately.
"I said untie me."
"I will, my dove," Osmond says submissively, but with a hint of restraint. "But I need to be very clear with you. I do not support your plan. I will not support your plan. You are the love of my life. My muse. My everything. But…"
"But what?" Maria argues. "You promised me when we got together you'd do whatever I wanted. I think Barns is going to make a mistake with this horde. Thirty thousand undead, Osmond? That's one for every citizen of our kingdom and THEN some. What will we even do with another thirty thousand people? Our resources won't last forever, and the daily quests aren't going to support a doubling of the population. Oh, and not to mention - going outside the barrier is certain death!"
Osmond's inner world is a whirlwind. He knows to choose his words carefully, lest he incur even more of Maria's ire.
