disgruntled

"It's—it's treason—a trap—you're looking for some excuse to kill us all." His men shifted in their ranks, murmuring.
"Tir's gut, Captain, if we'd wanted to kill you, you'd be dead by now. Don't be ridiculous." Dorrin's scornful voice caught all their attention. "We—and you, I hope—want to kill the Honeycat. That's why we're here. That's why you asked to march with us. Isn't that right—that you hate Siniava?"
"Yes." Most of the Pliuni troops were looking at her now.
"Then concentrate on that, and not on making trouble. Plunder Siniava's camp, not some poor peasants who hardly have a spare tunic."
The Pliuni captain was still disgruntled, and looked ready to argue, but they heard the beat of many galloping hooves. Duke Phelan, Aliam Halveric, Captain Pont, and the senior Halveric captain halted beside Arcolin and Dorrin.
"Do I understand, Captain, that you have a problem?" Duke Phelan was angry, his voice icy. The Pliuni captain looked around but found no support.
"My lord Duke, we—we were but—"
"Plundering," said the Duke. "Stealing. And from peasants we hope are still loyal to their count, who is our ally."
"No one's paying us," said the Pliuni, unwisely. "We have to have something—"
"No one's paying me, either," said the Duke. "I have no contract to defeat Siniava, only the vow I made to our dead. If you want plunder, Captain, you can wait until you take it from Siniava—or you can march alone. I won't have thieves under my protection." The captain flushed again, but the Duke went on before he could speak. "Either you control your men, and obey my commands as given through my captains, or you march away, right now, and stay clear. And if you leave, you'd best not use my name, or that of my allies: we'll consider you as any other band of brigands. Is that clear?"
The man turned to the Halverics, but both of them gave him a tight-lipped o