Cromir glanced over, as if finally noticing Faryn was present for all of this. He chuckled a bit and stood, moving over to her and the ever shrinking Trusted.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"I know you wont run, but I find it entertaining to see how people react when they are left in chains," </span>Cromir said, towering over them.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"And since you won't run, that simply means someone could take advantage of that. Bringing you with me and chaining you to Pythus ensures I wont have to make an example out of one of my men."</span>With that, Cromir turned away from Faryn and directly to the Trusted.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00"> "Check her bandages then go back to your den, Trusted,"</span>Cromir said, a heavy authority in his voice.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Bring her clothes tomorrow." </span>Cromir proceeded to turn away from the women and return to the small boulder that served as his seat. He had nothing else to say to them, unless there was more fight in his elven whore. There were ways to handle that later.<br/><br/>Eventually, the longest part of the night arrived. Pythus had slipped back into his hoard hours ago, and Cromir finally decided it was time to kick his lieutenants out of the cave. Instead of exploiting and abusing Faryn once more, Cromir was genuinely tired, choosing to simply drop his pants and crawl atop the furs himself. But that was not it for Faryn. Cromir's arm had shot out and wrapped around Faryn's waist again and, with a quick pull, Faryn was left against her captor's body, and arm baring her from moving too far away from him. After tossing some furs around, this is how Cromir slept. He slept well, but it was a light sleep. Occasionally he'd wake in the night from this sound or that, but ultimately he slept well.<br/><br/>Cromir's 'morning' was less a morning and more of an early midday. The light from the sun was easily pouring in from the roof hole in the ceiling of this cave chamber, and the sound of excessive movement was coming from outside. It took him a couple of minutes to get the motivation for it, but Cromir eventually rolled away from Faryn and stood off of the furs. He was in no rush. The raid wouldn't leave without his permission. So slowly, the giant of a man began to equip his armor once more. There was a moment of hesitation and confusion as he reached out for something already there, but, after the moment passed, Cromir chuckled at himself and returned to securing his armor to his body.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Trusted, you better be out there!" </span>Cromir called, letting the cave carrying his voice out of the cave. It seemed he was expecting the Trusted to be waiting at the entrance for him to wake.