Cromir simply smiled as the chief ignored the handshake of the deal. He assumed it would happen but nonetheless, it was interesting to see the man speaking in such clipped tones and moving about as if he was stiff. Some of his men and women were far from stiff, smirking and wishing that they were allowed to join in. Those, he could see returning if they had incentive.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"They better stay safe, period," </span>Cromir said bluntly. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">The only way that I wouldn't let Pythus decay your entire forest upon the loss of my men is if I started recruiting from your village. But we have a deal, and recruitment is not a part of it." </span>With that, Cromir simply watched as the catfolk left, making sure that, if they looked back, the last thing they saw was one of their own still in his grasp.<br/><br/>Once the group was finally out of sight, the mountain of a man chuckled.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"That doesn't mean you wouldn't want to take them on anyways," </span>Cromir said, keeping his grip on her. His free hand moved down to the hatchet and yanked it off of her side. Moving his hand off of her neck, Cromir pushed down on her shoulder, basically keeping his latest prize in place. He inspects the hatchet carefully, making note of it's craftsmanship and it's condition. "Well, you won't be needing this anymore," Cromir said, flicking his arm that was holding it back with extreme force towards the stage his throne was on. With a firm push, Cromir 'guided' Braiya out of his grasp and towards the mountain. She was his now and he wanted to make it known.<br/><br/>Walking behind her, he continually gave her a nudge or push in the right direction, especially if she attempted to veer off the path. As the pair finally entered the mountain, they were momentarily without light, but before long, sunlight began to filter in to a large, cavernous area. Less of a proper home and more of an assortment of items just thrown about in some semblance of a living area, Cromir had walked Braiya into his own quarters. A massive hole in one side of the wall led deeper into the mountain, though a sparkle of distant light could be seen further down, suggesting that down that path was Pythus' lair and that the massive gap in the wall was his way to converse with his friend.<br/><br/>Cromir's quarters was haphazard at best. There was chairs and chests and other random pieces of furniture off to most of the sides, implying that he occasionally allowed his men in here for more quiet entertainment or just private meetings. Off to another side, in the shade of rigged, free standing awning, was a mass of furs and blankets, much too big even for Cromir's size. In between all of the furniture and where Cromir slept, a fire pit stood, big enough to imply that it could comfortably heat and light the entire 'room' if need be. Standing there, blocking Braiya's path back, Cromir crossed his arms as a malicious and lecherous grin began to play onto his face. For a moment, he thought about trying to see just how obediant the little catgirl would be. But that idea was dashed quickly, as he remembered the fire in her eyes. Without warning, Cromir's large hand came out, back handing Braiya with most of his force. He was hoping she would fall onto his bedding, but his mind was checking out quickly. Quickly, as Braiya landed, Cromir began to work on stripping out of his armor. The sound of metal bouncing on the stone reverberated throughout the caverns, as if it was a warning bell for what was to come. Before long, Cromir was standing in his undershirt and his trousers, moving towards Braiya....