Everyone else was occupied with their own things. Cromir was lounging, Harold and Drusk were playing some variant of chess, Layli and Melisandre were discussing things they had to scrounge or buy next time they had a chance. Ryfed simply continued the carve, a man or woman beginning to appear in the woodwork. Scut was also alone, choosing to play with the fire using bits of Faryn's former dress to do so. At least, they were until Cromir chose to get their attention. A meeting was soon underway as the seven of them began to discuss what was to happen tomorrow. It was then that two people heard Faryn make any sort of sound. One of them was too scared to wonder what was said, and the other could understand her completely. The giant eye of the dragon moved, locking on to the defiled elf and terrified Trusted.<br/><br/>A wave of unbridled power washed over the two of them. The Trusted simply went slack-jawed, her eyes glazing over as the force of personality washed over them. What sounded so far away all of a sudden was the sound of someone offering to attack another elven village. It was too drown out by this force only Faryn and the Trusted seemed to feel to determine who said it. But one voice was at least clear enough to pinpoint. Cromir's.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00"> "No matter how good the money or pussy is, we ain't hitting the elves again until they give me a reason to." </span>But before more could be heard, Pythus exuded his full magical prowess on Faryn, the rest of the people in the cave completely unaware of what the dragon was doing. He did this with everyone who would be spending a lot of time in the mountain. It was a failsafe to ensure that Cromir would avoid any espionage. While the dragon did owe Cromir much, his horde was deep in this mountain, and Cromir was the first or last line of defense for it. The dragon was greedy enough to ensure his friend's survival when it came to those with access.<br/><br/>The meeting continued on, discussing possible routes and settlements that they may strike. It came down to a couple of caravans or a settlement, depending on what Scut and Ryfed could learn from Istal. Cromir was of the opinion that they hit the caravans. What could be collected from that would be of higher quality than what they could get from some random town. There was some complaint from a couple of them, citing a need for more general supplies, but a compromise was met. They'd be going to one of the towns that they'd be welcome soon. It was enough to pacify the complaints, at least. And at this time, Pythus finally released his hold on the Trusted and Faryn, satisfied with his work. And then his voice, obviously attempted to be lowered as to not hurt anyone's ears but still booming.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"I will be joining the raid,"</span></b>Pythus rumbled.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"><b>"If you wish to ride into battle, ensure the proper bindings are brought for the elf."</b></span><br/><br/>Cromir looked back to his friend and raised an eyebrow, curious of why Pythus was choosing to act in something so simple. But he didn't question it. Not yet at least. Cromir turned to Melisandre and nodded, approving the already accepted command from the dragon. There was not much left to discuss. More along the lines of housekeeping and casual discussion than actual business. Harold and Drusk had started a new game, Ryfed had finished his carving, setting a figure vaguely resembling Faryn in line with the rest of the figurines on the table he was sitting at. Scut chose to leave at this point, and the ladies left to prepare for tomorrow.