<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"You were the one who did not think to collect it once it was dropped,"</span>Cromwell countered with, still keeping his voice low. He shoved the pole into place, giggling it a bit to make sure it was stable, but he could still claim it later when they inevitably moved once more. He was about to move past the makeshift curtain into his segment of it when her next statement was sprung. Cromwell paused, holding the curtain open as he processed what she just said. He reached down and collected his bag, before turning back to face Ashryn for a moment.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"The only people who sleep in my quarters are those willing to warm my bed, and those injured because of me,"</span>he said flatly, before moving past the curtain and letting it fall behind him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"You aren't the latter, so unless you wish for the former, better start asking around for spare bedding."</span><br/><br/>With that, Cromwell finished his conversation with the princess. He moved towards the part of the tunnel that began to slim once again and put his pack against the wall, followed shortly by his sword and his bow. He could barely see in the cave, even with his elven heritage. But, it was enough for him to set up a small fire of his own in the center of the fatter portion of the tunnel. There must have been a fire here before, for there was a burnt dent in the ground at this spot which he found by nearly stumbling over it. The bandit leader set to work at making the fire, giving him the light he needed to better accommodate himself in his little psuedo-room. Furs were spread about near the fire on one side, and then a bedroll was brought out and put on top of the furs, giving him a slightly elevated and more comfortable place to sleep. It was a shame he couldn't bring the actual pallette he had made for himself that he had at the last camp, but everyone only carried what they needed and nothing more.... loot excluded.<br/><br/>Once his bedding was properly made, Cromwell shed his shirt, tossing it vaguely in the direction of his bag, and collapsed on his bed, getting comfortable for what he believed was a well deserved sleep. However, he did not go to sleep immediately. He was listening, waiting to see how Ashryn would proceed. He wouldn't mind if she went with the backhanded offer, but he doubted it and he wanted to be awake in case she tried to be sneaky and join him as he slept.