Brytag:
This is my land. All that pass through pay me tribute.
Red Sonja:
How much, Brytag?
Brytag:
Who mentioned money? Tribute, I said. The tender kind all women pay to Brytag.
Red Sonja:
(drawing her sword) Suppose I don't. Suppose, instead, I open up that great, fat belly of yours?
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