Cromir closed the shackles around her hands, adjusting them upwards. This was not a situation where she had to be on her knees. This was more of a display than a punishment. A sample for the bandits to dream and beg for later. And the placement of an important mark.  A group began to form as Cromir stood there, looking at her from behind. The only problem was... he wasn't quite sure where he wanted to put his mark. Thus, he moved with his instincts first: humiliate the girl.  Cromir wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling it back a bit to put her at an angle. Cromir's hand then grabbed a fist full of the fabric of her dress, pulling it up and up and up until the two globes that former her ass were clearly visible. This caused a reaction from the crowd, as hoops and hollers were made seeing such a beauty in front of them. He grabbed a handful of the supple pillows as he stepped in, a grin on his face. Though, looking down at his prize, he noticed something else. A small sheathe, strapped to her thigh. His grin faltered a bit, but it quickly recovered, an idea forming. The sound of a blade leaving it's sheathe could be heard behind Faryn as Cromir spoke up.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"She even brought her own knife for this, boys,"</span>Cromir said jokingly, rubbing the flat of the blade against the bare portion of her ass. With a quick flick, the waist of her panties were cut, freeing the fabric from her form and leaving her completely bare for any spectator to see. Cromir nearly committed to the action playing out in his head. But alas, his rational mind took over, ignoring the humiliation and the pain that putting his mark on her ass would cause, and decided to move the blade away from her ass and to the collar of her dress.<br/><br/>The tip was pressed against the back of her neck gently, but it did not stay there for long. Moving less than an inch away from her flesh, the edge of the blade was brought down the back of her dress, cutting both it and the remainder of her undergarments away. Her clothes were barely hanging on her shoulders anymore, bare skin visible for any with a view to see. Cromir ran the flat of the blade over the pristine flesh of her back and shoulder, thinking for a moment, before shrugging and removing the blade. He twirled the blade around, getting a better grip -one suited to plunging and tear instead of cutting- and brought it to her flesh. With a slight amount of pressure, the knife sunk into her shoulder. Cromir made sure it did not go too deep, but made sure it would leave a rather permanent scar. Slowly, methodically, and sadistically, Cromir carved into his newest toy. His hand was steady, moving with years of absentminded practice as his knife moved in the pattern of a slight semi-circle, almost resembling a smile. From there, Cromir brought the knife to the center of the first carve, carving a line straight down nearing the middle of her back in length.<br/><br/>Blood was beginning to be a bit of a problem with how much he could see. To temporarily prevent this, Cromir pulled at one of Faryn's sleeves, holding it upright and away from her flesh. With a couple of quick cuts, the fabric was free, revealing another hidden blade.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Well, looks like ima have to do a full body search tonight,"</span>Cromir said loudly, voice heavy with implication as he began wiping away the blood before putting the former rag over her left shoulder for future use. Cromir continued on his mark, bringing the knife just above the vertical line and simply stabbing in, jiggling it a little bit to create a sloppy puncture wound. Withdrawing the knife, Cromir moved over about a quarter of the way from the center line and raised it equal with the circular puncture wound. Again, Cromir created a straight line down, stopping it a bit short of the end of the first vertical line. Cromir pulled the knife up, putting roughly the same distance above this new line as the puncture wound was above the first vertical line. Again, Cromir created a puncture wound in the supple flesh of his elf.<br/><br/>The carving was almost complete, and Cromir wiped the new blood away with the sleeve turned rag, beginning to pick up the pace to finish the carving. The bandit lord repeated the line and puncture wound process again on the other side of the center vertical line. However, in his rush, Cromir accidentally perfected his work. Withdrawing from the girl and wiping the blood away, Cromir reached his free hand behind his own head, gently tracing the mark that was seemingly branded, scarred, and tattooed there. As on his neck, the carving's right vertical line and puncture wound was not symmetrical with the left vertical line: the puncture wound was lower -albeit still above the central vertical- while the line was started a bit closer to the initial carve and went closer to the right center of Faryn's back.<br/><br/>With a couple more flicks of the knife, both of the sheathes that he had accidentally found fell to the ground next to the remains of her panties. And, as his hand wandered along either of her arms up to the shackles, another sheathe was felt. Pushing down the sleeve, the third sheathe was dropped as well before Cromir was fully satisfied, stepping back to allow for the old man -who had returned with the materials requested- stepped in and began to care for the new wound. He was more... professional in his work, either too old or smart enough to know that copping a feel right now would be a very poor decision.