With a smirk, Cromir stood from his throne.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00"> "Seems you elves have more courage than I thought after all,"</span>Cromir said, his voice proportionately deep for his size. He was truly tall before the elves, but not quite out of the realm of impossibility for a human's stature. Cromir was certainly outside of the norm, even for other tall humans, thanks to his heritage he knew little to nothing about, but not so tall as to be an illogical specimen in front of these elves. He began to move forward, stepping off the stage completely and simply walked towards the entourage. His gait was not awkward, nor was it brutish. True, it was nothing to the grace of the elves, but in general, he walked with some sort of formality to it. Something fitting for a leader, even a leader of something so low and vile as bandits. He stopped in front of the elves and gazed down at his obvious gift. She was certainly in possession of an exotic beauty, which is exactly what Cromir was focusing on... Though he was looking more towards the carnal source of it instead of it in it's entirety. The dress hid some things from his view, but the general way her body curved and filled out said dress caught his eye for longer than it should as he evaluated the her. With her position of near prostration, Cromir could not fully view her. She wasn't looking at him and he wanted to see if her face was as beautiful as she was, and if it would betray any emotion.<br/><br/>Cromir crouched down in front of Faryn, feet leaning forward and knees bending to allow for him to properly rest on his haunches and the tips of his toes in front of her. It brought him down a fair distance, close enough that what would come next didn't leave him unceremoniously dragging her to her feet. His hand moved forward and wrapped around her chin and cheeks, essentially engulfing her lower jaw in his firm grip. He angled her face up to him, allowing him to finally and properly see her face. She was pretty, which resolved one of the curiosities. But there was a solid force in her face, one that told Cromir that she had accepted this fate. And then there was the hint of fire in her eyes, beginning to fade. He could only assume where that came from. But it's presence told him what he needed to know. She was willing, but breaking her would still be fun. Cromir smiled a wicked and malicious grin, releasing her and patting her face. He then stood properly and addressed the entourage, though his voice boomed, as if he was letting the growing crowd know what this deal entailed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00"> "Alright, tell your king, this little thing bought him three months. From now on, every three months, we'll be coming by to collect what his speaker and I agreed on. We'll take the coin and the food and the drink, regardless of whether or not you have it prepared. And I am sure he wont mind if we elect to take a day and visit all the fine businesses I am sure you have,"</span>Cromir said, dripping his words with venom or sarcasm when appropriate.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00"> "Now, fuck off. And leave her horse at the gate."</span><br/><br/>With that, Cromir began to ignore the elves, properly addressing the crowd.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00"> "Start the fires, boys! Tonight we feast!"</span>Cromir bellowed, which was soon followed by uproarious excitement from the camp, seemingly moving through it like a wave. Cromir once again looked down to his new prize, to Faryn and gestured.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00"> "Get up,"</span>he commanded, turning and making his way back to his throne to enjoy the festivities.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00"> "Your spot's on the left side of my seat, not where some idiot can get at ya." </span>At this point, a pair of slaves carried a keg fit for putting in the middle of a table at a tavern onto the stage. The keg, instead of being put on a table as was it's purpose, was sat to balance on the arm rest of Cromir's throne, awaiting for him to return with his prize.