Once Cromir finished his rope work, he had waited just long enough for everyone to finish rounding up the bunny sluts and the gold before ordering everyone to clear out. Some people had already left back to base, which was expected. They had gotten first dibs and claimed some of the higher priced sluts that they just stole. They surely wanted their fun. Cromir grabbed Braiya's lead and pulled her to his side, before he allowed it to fall next to them. She could and would walk without that annoyance, at least for now. Cromir was still trying to decide what to do, since it was obvious that she had tried to run, but she stopped in order to save one of his lieutenants. He was entirely too angry to deal with it now, which was displayed for all when he pulled his sword out of the ground, lifting the dying man with it. Cromir balanced the dull side of the blade on his shoulder, thus allowing for the man's weight to push down on the sharp edge.<br/><br/>And with that, the group headed back to base. The rapist nearly made it back to camp, but in the last stretch, just when sounds from camp could be heard, gravity cut the rest of the way through him, sliding off of the spine to the side and sending his body the rest of the way through the blade. Cromir didn't even slow down. If anything, he sped up from the loss of so much weight. The sword soon found it's way back onto his back after that. The sounds of whooping and hollering met them long before they reached the camp proper. Apparently the ones who left early lit a fire under the rest. Cromir would definitely have plenty of competitions to judge over ownership of some of these sluts. Naturally, they were bringing back more bunnies than they had people. The spares were immediately led to Melisandre, so she could process and catalogued them. They would definitely be taken to the market, if one of these fuckers didn't bother buying them. However, Cromir's business was not done here. He grabbed Braiya's lead again and brought her in with the bunnies. However, he moved over to where Melisandre kept most of the tools of he trade. He looked for a moment, before grabbing the key for Braiya's rig, unlocking it completely. After that, he grabbed a simple collar and lead -this time the lead being about a foot longer- off of the wall and immediately put it around Braiya's neck. She had earned a bit of freedom, but she was not going to get away without having a leash.<br/><br/>With this done, Cromir handed Braiya off to Mae, seeing the girl mortified at Braiya's appearance. Cromir didn't care. Mae was Trusted for a reason. Cromir strolled over to his throne. On the way he picked up one of the tabletop kegs that was laying around from this raid, taking it with him as he made himself comfortable in his chair. The top was ripped off and the rich ale inside was left bare for the man. With the bonfire -and separate cooking fires- built up in front of him, the glow gave him the appearance of a warlord and conqueror.... or a monster.