Cromir smiled. It was as if he was hoping she would choose this option. The moment she began to walk off former gallows towards the pole, Cromir gestured the knife towards Mae. "Go get Melisandre and tell her to bring the key ring," Cromir said, before stepping off the stage and following after Braiya towards the pole. Before she could even stop and turn towards him, Cromir gave his new pussycat a push, pressing her against the pole. Naturally the rigging that Braiya was in did not serve much use in binding her to the pole in and of itself. Instead, Cromir grabbed the chain that hung from it and clapped it's manacles onto Braiya just above the ones she already had on. After adjusting the length, Braiya hung face to face with the key that undid the pole's manacles, as if a tease of freedom that could never be obtained.<br/><br/>A group began to form as Cromir stood there, looking at Braiya from behind. He wasn't quite sure where he wanted to put his mark. Thus, he moved with his instincts first: humiliate the girl. The bottom part of her sarong was flicked upwards, exposing her bare cheeks. He grabbed a handful of the supple pillows as he stepped in, a grin on his face.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"If you piss me off, you could find yourself back here, except with less clothes and a line forming behind you," </span>Cromir said loud enough for the audience to hear, before releasing her ass. His rational mind took over, ignoring the humiliation and the pain that putting his mark on her ass would cause, and decided to move up to the back of her shoulder. He ran the flat of the blade over the area, thinking for a moment, before shrugging and removing the blade.  He twirled the blade around, getting a better grip -one suited to plunging and tear instead of cutting- and brought it to her flesh. With a slight amount of pressure, the knife sunk into her shoulder. Cromir made sure it did not go too deep, but made sure it would leave a rather permanent scar. Slowly, methodically, and sadistically, Cromir carved into his newest toy. His hand was steady, moving with years of absentminded practice as his knife moved in the pattern of a slight semi-circle, almost resembling a smile. From there, Cromir brought the knife to the center of the first carve, carving a line straight down nearing the middle of her back in length.<br/><br/>Blood was beginning to be a bit of a problem with how much he could see. To temporarily prevent this, Cromir pulled one of the rags off of the part of his armor that he was wearing, wiping away the blood before putting the rag over her left shoulder for future use. Cromir continued on his mark, bringing the knife just above the vertical line and simply stabbing in, jiggling it a little bit to create a sloppy puncture wound. Withdrawing the knife, Cromir moved over about a quarter of the way from the center line and raised it equal with the circular puncture wound. Again, Cromir created a straight line down, stopping it a bit short of the end of the first vertical line. Cromir pulled the knife up, putting roughly the same distance above this new line as the puncture wound was above the first vertical line. Again, Cromir created a puncture wound in the supple flesh of his cat girl.<br/><br/>The carving was almost complete, and Cromir wiped the new blood away with the rag, beginning to pick up the pace to finish the carving. The bandit lord repeated the line and puncture wound process again on the other side of the center vertical line. However, in his rush, Cromir accidentally perfected his work. Withdrawing from the girl and wiping the blood away, Cromir reached his free hand behind his own head, gently tracing the mark that was seemingly branded, scarred, and tattooed there. As on his neck, the carving's right vertical line and puncture wound was not symmetrical with the left vertical line: the puncture wound was lower -albeit still above the central vertical- while the line was started a bit closer to the initial carve and went closer to the right center of Braiya's back.<br/><br/>Cromir looked around for Mae, spotting her and Melisandre just now joining the group. It seemed that Mae had stopped for some bandages, showing her worth and earning the continued position of Trusted. Cromir impaled the knife into the pole and reached for the key in front of Braiya, grabbing it and undoing the pole's manacles. The moment he stepped back, Mae moved in and ease Braiya down, beginning to work on preventing infection and bandaging the girl's shoulder. Melisandre stepped forward, barely taller than Braiya herself and held the keys up for Cromir to take.<i>"Whatcha need them for, boss?"</i>she asked.<br/><br/>Cromir idly flicked through the keys, looking for the one that matched the engraving on Braiya's rigging.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"We're about to test out this bitch's healing on that Trusted and those idiots,"</span>Cromir said, idly gesturing towards the two still sitting against the stage, half conscious from their knock down, drag out boxing match. When Mae was done and stepped away, Cromir stepped in, looming over Braiya. He reached down to her hands and slid the key in to the keyhole, turning and freeing her hands only. He pulled the key free and tossed the ring back to Melisandre, stepping back.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Well, get to work, pussy. Idiots, then the Trusted,"</span>Cromir commanded, folding his arms.