Cromir turned to the catfolk, eyeing the chieftain as he attempted a jab at Cromir's own greed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"You see, that would have actually worked, if you were talking to your friends over there," </span>Cromir said.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"But my life isn't on the line. I'm not the one who decided to crawl to this encampment seeking protection. So it doesn't matter how greedy I am, it matter whether or not you two are holding back in hopes of having something left after this deal. Which means that whichever one of you dies -if it's only one of you- valued their coin or their women or their pride over their life." </span>With a smirk, he listened as the chieftain continued, explaining that they had something else they could offer. He didn't expect much, but he wanted to see if they could pull something out of their ass to save their own hide. His eyes glanced about to the rest of the catfolk with him. The only one that seemed to know anything was the old man that was with them, who he could only assume was the shaman. What he did notice was that the confusion was replacing their disdain for him. This would certainly be interesting.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Well, let's hear it," </span>Cromir said, taking a few steps closer to the catfolk group. When the chief pushed a girl in front of him, Cromir's interest was certainly piqued. The woman was set out in front of him as if she was at a brothel or auction how, held in place while her features were defined.<br/><br/>With a smirk, Cromir walked even closer as the chieftain rattled on about how exactly she would be useful to him in the magical sense. He stood in front of the catfolk and looked down at the girl, seeing that she had just gotten something out to say to the chieftain or the shaman. She was certainly a looker, which is exactly what Cromir was focusing on. The way her body curved and filled out the armor she was wearing caught his eye for longer than it should as he evaluated the girl himself. But her face... she wasn't looking at him and he wanted to see just what kind of girl she really was. His hand moved up and forcibly grabbed her chin and cheeks, turning her head forward and up so he could get a good look at her. The fire in her eyes was only matched by the myriad of emotions that the girl was going through. She would be fun to break...<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300"> "Quite the pretty little thing,"</span>Cromir said with a malicious grin. Before he could move on to address the testing, a rumble came from behind his throne, accompanied shortly after with a deep, echoing voice, speaking in a language Cromir was fairly certain none here were versed in: Draconic.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"><b>"Her touch could mend damage that even I take,"</b></span></i>the foreign, disembodied rumble declared to Cromir.<br/><br/>Cromir let go of the girl's face and slapped it somewhat gently twice.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Congratulations, catfolk,"</span>Cromir said.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"You got Pythus to vouch for you. Was not expecting him to even be awake, much less participate. So now none of you will have to be gutted to put her skills to the test."</span>Cromir turned slightly, looking towards the majority of the encampment, not just the bandits present.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Well boys, looks like we lost out on some cat ears for the market. Kill the others and count their gold. Whoever gets to the human village first can take any one slave they want or a house's worth of valuables."</span>Twisting slightly without turning his whole body, Cromir yelled towards the mountain.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Go get your lunch from the human village, Pythus!"</span>Chaos soon broke out. The bandits descended in a swarm on the human tribe, turning half of the yard into a free for all. A loud gust of wind barreled out of the entrance into the mountain, enough to even make Cromir readjust his footing slightly and, from some unknown spot up on the mountain, the form of a dragon erupted out, letting out what could only be described as an enthusiastic roar as it sped off in the direction of the human tribe's home. Commotion echoed through the camp as those who weren't assigned to one thing or another and wanted that offer began to gear up or just flat out sprinting after Pythus.<br/><br/>With affairs mostly settled, Cromir turned to the catfolk. With his left hand, he forcibly pulled Braiya to him by the back of her neck, keeping his large hand there to make sure she would stay at his side.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Well, I'll be taking this one, you'll be leaving what you brought, and you'll make sure to be accommodating when my men stop by every month or two,"</span>Cromir says in a commanding and intimidating tone.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"And if any of my men go missing, or come back and tell me you weren't hospitable..."</span>The grip on Braiya's neck visibly tightened.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Well... Pythus gets hungry a lot. And last I checked, his breath mixes quite well with mist."</span>With that, Cromir extended his right hand to the chieftain, as if he expected the catman to shake it.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Feel free to stay for a little bit. I know my boys were planning a little celebration and raid on the... loser's village. So, if you want to take a few final shots against your neighbors, I'm sure my boys wouldn't mind in the slightest."</span>The way Cromir offered the invitation was laced with malice and poison. At some points, it almost sounded like a dare. But, if they wanted to stay, what Cromir said was the genuine truth.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"If not, then get out."</span>