That's not how things work here in Skartaris. You don't just knock these guys out and call the cops. There aren't any cops. There is no law. There is steel. You kill them -- or they will certainly kill you.
What makes a man trade a life of comfort and relative security for the life of a warrior, a wanderer who doesn't even have a place to call home? Maybe it's the thrill of discovering a new world, and perhaps having a hand in shaping the future of that world. Maybe it's the chance to live the life of adventure that everyone dreams of, whether they admit it or not -- life as full and rich and full of fire as a cup of blood-red wine! Common sense tells me that it will be a short life at best... but, by the gods, this is life!
We will grow in number. Wherever there are men willing to fight for liberty, they will rally to our banner! Farmers and slaves... yes! For who better knows the bitterness of oppression? As for weapons, I will build you weapons such as you have never dreamed of! Siege towers to breach city walls... catapults and ballistae to hurl fire and death among the enemy... crossbows to penetrate the finest armor! All these and more if you will follow me. There is a rich city. There will be gold and plunder for all. But I offer something far greater... I offer you the chance to die free men!
You've forgotten what it's like to break your back in a slave galley... to crawl in the dirt and be treated like something less than human! You've forgotten the dream we had of a world where liberty means liberty for all! Where the weak need not fear the strong! Where the credo is not "might make right", but "might for right"! You're not a King -- you're just another power mad tyrant!