Cromir did not stop working on the hidden straps of his armor when Faryn spoke, but he did choose to turn to face her, a slight chuckle leaving his lips.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00"> "Saying I wont have to if you're with me isnt the same as not wanting to make an example. Simply lowers the chance, so I dont have to make an example once a day. What I care about is whether or not they are ballsy enough to try to steal from me. And if someone is, I'll gladly flay them and stretch em across a drying rack to suffer for a week or two,"</span>Cromir said nonchalantly, as if he hadn't described something horrible and barbaric.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Besides..."</span>Cromir paused and looked at the pile of cloth that barely passed for clothing.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"That'll probably show off your pretty new mark... and lemme have some really easy access when I wanna kill time."</span><br/><br/>He turned away from her at that, finishing with the last strap under the rags that partially hid his armor. But he wasn't done with her just yet. Cromir spoke once again<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00"> "If you don't wanna wear that, then don't, but you're still gonna leave this cave once those bandages are replaced," </span>he said sternly. His intonation.. changed slightly going forward, as if it was shifting from a purely stern one to one laced with scorn against another factor.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"You want something better, earn it. Just because you are used to a silver spoon doesn't mean I'm gonna have one for you."</span>Cromir fell silent there for a moment, moving over near the stone he was sitting at last night. He began to look around it for a moment, before reaching behind it and on the side opposite the furs. He pulled from behind there a formerly exquisite helm. In it's prime, surely the black with gold trim would have been a fine piece of armor even by Faryn's standards But it was old and cared for by hands not quite at the level of skill required for it. Cromir slid it onto his head and, after a moment of fiddling with the rags, a hood was pulled forth and up. Having a look at the helm before the rags were added would give the realization that the rest of his armor was the same.<br/><br/>Now in his full armor, he was even more menacing to the Trusted. Which was the next target of his attention.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"If you can't stop whimpering at the sight of me, replace her bandages and report to Melisandre. She will know why I sent you back if you report honestly,"</span>Cromir said, moving past the two and heading out into the sun. But he wasn't quite done, calling back once more.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00"> "You ain't out here in thirty minutes, both of you are going on the pole."</span>