Cromir idly listened to this other chieftain's offer. It was smaller than the other tribe's offer, but they offered servitude, which was a bonus, especially considering their race. With this willingness to serve, Cromir allowed the scales to balance in his mind. Unfortunately, that caused a problem in and of itself. Neither was really winning out over the other and it'd be difficult to choose one way or another with what they have offered up as is. With a sigh, Cromir stood and stepped off of his throne's stage, walking closer to the two tribes so they could be guaranteed to hear him better... as well as let his voice echo through the encampment.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"What exactly is the difference between you giving me what you are offering, and me taking what you have?" </span>Cromir asked, getting to the point he was standing in the middle of the yard.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300"> "You offer gold, sure. But I can just send a friend of mine down to your village and... well, if you are hiding even more valuables there, they'd join this pile in under a day. Anything I want, I can just take. Your women, your food, your gold, your lives. Why bother with rent, exactly?" </span>Cromir was indeed eyeing that gold, but, just as he said, he had already planned out a way to kill them without even having to trek over to their village to loot. They seemed to be more arrogant than this catfolk tribe. Even if he took them under his... protection, he'd probably have to get rid of them sooner or later anyways.<br/><br/>Cromir's attention then turned to the catfolk, continuing.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300"> "And you, you offer barely anything in comparison. Valuables? passage? Really? You think you can tell me and my boys where we can and can't go? Your only saving grace so far is that you offer servitude and have some magical prowess I may find useful. That's the only thing saving you from picking your own spots on my wall."</span>Cromir said rather roughly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300"> "Well... that's after we take your ears and... do you even grow tails?"</span>These catfolk were proud, and Cromir poking them like this was the best way for him to see just how subservient they would be. If they were willing to stand down even now, then they may gain an edge.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Now, if you can't tell, both of your offers are mostly shit," </span>Cromir says, pulling his blade off of his back and letting it sink in the ground a bit.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"You got five minutes to add to your offer, or you will all be wishing you didn't outlive your villages.</span>" Cromir smirked, and leaned on the handle of the blade.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300"> "As for the rest of you, we're partying tonight, one way or another."</span>The bandits watching or close enough to hear howled in excitement, some of them purposefully eyeing people from either tribe, as if looking for which one they'd like to claim for the festivities.<br/><br/>The human tribe spoke in hushed whispers with each other, ones that nearly grew into an actual argument. Without even any warning, one man burst out of the huddle, knocking a couple of his comrades down as he charged Cromir. Cromir gave a wicked grin, shooting his hand out, a vile green manifestation of a dagger in hand as he punctured the man's stomach, stopping his charge. With his other hand, Cromir shot it onto the man's throat with enough force to pick him up in the same motion. The smell of decay began to spread from the man in Cromir's grasp.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Anyone else feel like they can survive this entire fucking encampment?</span>" Cromir bellowed as the man in his hand began to wither, his body failing and sloughing off in pieces while he still lived. Cromir turned and flung the would-be hero at the human tribe, letting him bounce to a stop at their feet.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Time's up,"</span>Cromir said, obviously cutting the time limit short.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300"> "Are both of you going to die, or just the greedier one?" </span>The Human tribe shifted on their feet slightly as the cheiftain offered their servitude in any fashion that Cromir deemed fit, thinking to take the servitude of the catfolk and add on to it even further.