The two of them did not move for the longest time from the stage. His lieutenants were busy getting in on the celebration, and there was no need to rush a meeting about what they earned. Besides, Melisandre would need to catalogue and evaluate the bunnies before she had a proper estimation for them. That would all come in the morning... or whatever was considered morning for the camp after this celebration. There were plenty of disputes over the claimed bunnies, some people citing their spot in the raid and others claiming that it was owed to them for some past slave. At first, Cromir didn't speak much, but as time went on and the tabletop keg grew lighter, he began to speak more and more. Naturally, he had everything go to a fight. He wasn't going to spread bias when he had already set out a fair system. The only thing different was he didn't let them go as far as the idiots earlier in the day. Braiya had healed Lyali, two idiots, and a Trusted. He wasn't about to test just how much she would be able to take. Besides, he made it clear that it was a privilege, not an asset for the grunts.<br/><br/>After the bonfire started to die down, and the only fights were of the drunken variety, Cromir decided it was time for him to enjoy the second half of his night. He drained the last bit of booze from the table keg and stood. The moment Braiya joined him on her feet, Cromir grabbed the lead and began to walk, letting the empty barrel bounce off the stage and onto the ground. He marched into the cave, much in the same fashion that they had the previous day. This time, however, Cromir had the lead to and the presence he was exuding to assist him. Once they reached the mass of furs that was his bed, Cromir yanked the leash and let go, sending Braiya towards the bed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300"> "I ain't in a mood to deal with your shit tonight. You fight, I break something,"</span>Cromir said, less a threat and more of a promise.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Now strip and get on the bed."</span><br/><br/>With that, Cromir began to shed his armor, allowing everything to drop at his feet. First was the breastplate, the rags serving to muffle the sound a little bit. Next was the arms, shrugging them off and throwing them behind him a bit. His gauntlets stayed on for the time being, however, probably serving as a warning that Cromir was not going to hesitate to use them as weapons instead of using his bare fists like last time. Next came his legs and boots. As he undid the straps, he more or less stepped out of them and allowed them to wobble upright for a moment before gravity took effect. His sweat stained shirt came next, leaving him clad in only the pants that was underneath his armor and his gauntlets as the only thing left on his body.