The Northern Thale are crushed. We gather them like stray animals, herd them into pens and trade them to yet another group with which I feel we are destined to war. For what? Can we even recover our people who were captured and traded? The Thale must be wiped out, must be torn from this land, root and stem, and if that is the goal, then trading them into slavery or worse is of no consequence, at least that is what I have convinced myself to believe. From a purely practical standpoint, there is a possibility that we could trade them these slaves only to fight them when we inevitably come into conflict with these mountain tribes.
I suspect my practical fears are unfounded though, possibly even wishful thinking. I would be more comfortable with them dying beneath my axe than trading them into slavery. To kill them is pure, there is something orderly in its nature, as if the structure laid out in the world demands this competition and strife to establish the place of one’s people in the world. Giving them into slavery is foul, a necessity that somehow taints us in the process, regardless of what they intended for us.
More and more I wonder if it is truly the Thale that are the evil we strive against or if their actions are simply a result of the position these mountain tribes hold over them. Sadly, these musings may only go so far as my thoughts, our situation is set. We are a stone chipped into a weapon, it can be a tool in less violent times, but it will always be a weapon.