Regine Von Carstein
"Yes, a Bretonnian of standing grants mining rights to those most famed of miners: Norscan raiders."
The vampire laughed mockingly.
"Don't bull**** a bull****ter..."
The knife remained against the shamans throat, its razor edge needing only the slightest of movements to be lethal. Meanwhile, Regine lowered her other hand, the one carrying her sword, and used it to retrieve a length of rope and tossed it to the active Norscan. She then retrieved her sword again.
"Tie your hands together and to his," she gestured to the other Norscan, "then tie them to your leader here. Do it, or he dies. I won't tell you twice."
To emphasise her point, Regine turned the blade upwards a degree, doubtless eliciting a grunt from the man she held hostage as his life was just millimeters away from being slit.
"Translate if you have to. I haven't got all night."