After a few moments, Cromir stood, pulling his pants up as he did so. His next goal was his armor, sliding it on to him as Braiya dealt with her new life. He didn't even bother to look to Braiya when she began to wretch, and instead began to walk away as he buckled his gear back onto himself. As much as he would love to continue fucking her, whether she was conscious or not, Cromir still had a camp to run and his curiosity was getting the better of him after hearing just how loudly the little cat bitch was screaming from his fun. Thus, Cromir stepped out of the cave and back into his bandit settlement.<br/><br/>By the time he had finally stepped out, the loot gained from both tribes were cleared from the field and a bonfire was being built in the center, his sword moved to rest against his throne. The smell of cooking food and the quiet pitter patter of the slave workers dilligently trying to make sure the booze and the food was ready for whichever bandit demanded for it was filling the air. Cromir opted to ignore the building festivities for now and instead wandered into the ruins themselves. He was looking for something specific, something that was used to hold the more troublesome slaves. He found it within one of the half stone building within the ruins: a metal collar and lead, connected to a set of manacles. The connection between the collar and the manacles was a short one, ensuring little to now slack for a slave to rest their limbs. It was barely enough to allow a slave sitting on their legs to rest their arms in their lap if they were lucky or stubborn. Thus, there was no chain aside from the lead that could be used to strangle someone. After some minor alterations, Cromir was sure that this would now fit his latest prize. Simply throwing the contraption over his shoulder, Cromir joined the celebrations proper.<br/><br/>Hours passed, and slowly some of his bandits began to filter in with what they pilfered. Unfortunately, no catfolk seemed to have the courage to strike for the desperate screams of one of their own. Perhaps some would come try to rescue her later, but the fact that the bit of fun Cromir was expecting was not present left him in a bored state for most of the party. He did not even partake in the torture of some slave man that the men felt like doing to keep themselves entertained in ways other than booze. Of course, Cromir was not silent, talking to those who wished to do so. It was a lively experience, and most of those who talked to him found him in a much better mood compared to earlier.<br/><br/>However, Cromir heard the wing flaps of Pythus returning before others did. Living with the dragon for so long helped the mountain of a man in that regard. So, upon hearing those noises, he singled for his lieutenants that their time partying was up. Taking his sword and the contraption with him, Cromir began to retreat back into the cave he called home, with about eight other men and women, some of which were carrying firewood. Cromir leaned his massive blade against the wall just inside the cavern, casually undoing his gauntlets as he did so. The others began to spread out, filling apparent favorite spots within the cave. The ones with firewood began to work on making the pit in the center into a proper fire. Cromir didn't bother with his new toy just yet instead, simply watching as his inner circle made themselves comfortable. It was when a dull thud reverberated throughout the caves that Cromir decided to move.<br/><br/>He crossed the gap over to the bed of furs quickly, the contraption on his shoulder being pulled off just as quickly. Opening the collar portion with one hand, Cromir sent a quick jab forward towards the side of Braiya's head. He was in no mood to fight her now and simply wanted to catch her while asleep or stunned. Once his punch landed, Cromir slapped the collar around her throat and ensured it was as tight as he could be without choking her. Collecting her hands, the manacles were soon fastened in the same manner. With Braiya now in chains, Cromir pulled on the lead chain, dragging her if need be to his spot next to the fire: A large stone in between the fire pit and the massive entry deeper into the mountain. Cromir sat with his back to that opening, hauling Braiya up to be forced to sit on the ground next to him as if she was some kind of disobedient animal.<br/><br/>With a sharp whistle, those around him shifted, stopping what they were doing... or at least started paying less attention to the things they were doing, whether it be sharpening a weapon, playing cards, or whittling. Rumbles comparable to footsteps began to build from the passage behind Cromir as he began to talk.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Alright, what was the haul from that village?"</span>Cromir asked.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"And have we got any word from our..." </span>Cromir chuckled slightly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"... friends over at Lyis' main gate?"</span>If Braiya wasn't already looking behind her, the presence of Pythus would be enough to cause that. The Dragon could not fit totally into this chamber with the rest of them, and thus only his head stuck through the hole, with enough room to hint that he had made himself comfortable beyond the massive skull. Braiya would see that his eyes alone had a diameter as big as she was tall. Truly, the rumors of a fully matured black dragon aligning itself with Cromir were true....