After a moment, Cromir stood from the furs, tightening the strings on his pants. He did not bother with his armor, or even a shirt. But instead of joining Faryn on the bed and forcing her into some perverse form of aftercare, Cromir simply turned and walked out of the cave, expecting her to stay put. There were only two places for her to truly wander: out into the camp, or deeper in, to where Cromir knew Pythus slept. Cromir doubted either of those options would be favorable to the 'aristocrat'. What was about to happen probably wouldn't be favorable either, but less so compared to what a camp of drunken bandits would do or an annoyed dragon. Cromir was collecting his lieutenants: Melisandre the Slaver captain, the rat-like man and spy named Scut, the grey skinned man and the closest to a guard captain available named Drusk, the old man and doctor named Harold, a battefield leader in the form of an amazon named Layli, and scouting in the form of a man named Ryfed. Cromir was searching the camp for the six of them.<br/><br/>Melisandre was easy to find, she was taking stock of slaves in their cells and barracks. Scut was busy enjoying a bit too much fun with one of his posse's slaves and a knife. Drusk was stuffing his face. Harold was cleaning his quasi-clinic and checking on the two who beat themselves to near death. Layli was... indisposed with her most recent conquer. And Ryfed was already at the mouth of the cave when Cromir made his way back. Cromir simply strolled back in to the cave with Ryfed in tow. The other lieutenants would filter in now that they knew that it was time for the meeting. Ryfed found himself a box to sit on, somewhat out of the way next to a makeshift table that held a number of small figures. Without a word, he began to whittle with a new piece of wood and his own blade. Scut and Drusk came in next, carrying pieces of wood to toss into the fire pit. Harold came next, stopping to set more of the salve and some spare bandages next to the furs before going to take an actual seat around the fire. Layli and Melisandre came next, Layli carrying a bit more wood and Melisandre walking with a timid woman.<br/><br/>Melisandre was the first to properly speak to Cromir, everyone else simply relaxing and casually speaking among each other.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc"><i>"Whatcha need a Trusted for?" </i></span>she asked.<br/><br/>Cromir smirked before responding, the light of the newly lit fire giving him an almost demonic visage.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Need someone to take care of that one," </span>Cromir said, pointing to Faryn.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"You know how I am once I find something I like. Don't want to break it completely until the time is right." </span>Melisandre shrugged, and turned to the timid woman with her, pointing her over to Faryn before joining the rest by the fire. With everyone present, a rumbling soon began, sending embers from the flame around. A few moments later, from the hole leading deeper into the mountains, the scaled head of a dragon slid through the opening. Taking a proper look at his head, the hole was big enough for only that to come through, as if it was made solely for him to come and participate in these meetings.