"I don't like you," Ser Deityr says. "And you don't like me. But neither of us wants to bleed any more for this if there's nothing to gain."
Ser Deityr sees Lady Chernoff cut down as she flees from the field and orders his troops to pull up. "Parley!" he demands, waving a banner.
"No! You attacked my lands on no pretext. I will not parley with you!"
"I hope you finally learned there's no reward in attacking [Your Holding]."
"Do you expect me to accept your surrender now I have you on the run?"
Ser Deityr eyes Lady Chernoff's headless corpse. "This was her battle, my [lord/lady]. I'm not putting more lives into it if she can't claim the reward."
"Next time your family makes a move against me, I'm rooting you out, branch and stem."