Cromir's satisfaction was shown on his face as he plopped down in his throne. The small keg was grabbed easily in one of his large hands, and, a moment later, one end of it was ripped open. It was the perfect tankard for a man of his size. A few moments after Faryn properly found her place, a young man and woman, both timid in demeanor, quietly padded up next to Faryn. The mumbled out something to try to get her attention, and the two of them presented beverages to her. One of them held an ale, the other a wine that looked fine enough to have come from her people. In actuality, it was certainly something they had raided from a merchant's caravan. Either way, the both of them were shaking with fear, looking past Faryn to Cromir. They were truly just trying to do their jobs, but they were hoping to go as unnoticed as possible.<br/><br/>As that was going on, Cromir was looking forward, watching as a bonfire was built towards the front of the clearing, near the ruins that they had claimed. A pole was in the middle of the clearing, the ominous red dirt and clay around it's base betraying it's use. To either side of Cromir's stage, lines of cooking fires were being prepared, made to ensure that all would be fed... well, all of those who were not in chains and even those who earned it. It was when the first bit of meat was put over the fires did a rumble come from behind them all, from within the mountain itself. And for the slaves and uninitiated among Cromir's men, the rumble came with something more... dreadful. Cromir had a moment of urgent remembrance on his face, before a smile returned.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Someone go out to the clearing with that horse and tie it up,"</span>Cromir ordered to his men, loud enough it was caught by the cave and carried back. A few moments later, the rumble returned, this time with unrecognizable words in a tongue largely unknown. And another moment later, the feeling of dread faded from the slaves and uninitiated. Whatever just happened, it was treated as a normal occurrence in this camp.<br/><br/>As the food and barrels began to properly circulate through the camp, a rat-like man scampered up to the front of the stage, standing on the ground in front of Cromir's throne.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"'Ey Boss, can we pull out a coupla slaves for de show?" </span></i>the rat-like man asked, giving a bit of a mad chuckle at the word 'show'. From one of the rows of cooking fires came another voice, this one feminine. Walking around from her overseer type of position came a woman. And she looked like a simple human housewife. A plain but nice dress, an apron, and not much else.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc"><i>"Fuck off ya git. I just told you I ain't done cataloging what we have to sell and what we have to spare,"</i></span>the woman said, her voice deceptively sweet despite the words of venom she was spewing. The two began to argue back and forth, trying to outdo the other with reasons as to one side or another should be listened to. Cromir simply kneaded the spot in between his eyes after but a few moments. With a quick whistle, Cromir silenced the pair of them.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"We got any disputes? If any of them are worth the trouble, they can take the place of entertainment tonight,"</span>Cromir said. The pair stared down each other, before the rat-like man said.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"><i>"Ima go get Drusk then."</i> </span>Cromir waved him off and the rat-like man ran off. Before the woman could leave her place of arguing, Cromir spoke up again.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Melisandre, bring a Trusted to the meeting tonight. One ya won't mind not having around you for most the day."</span>The woman turned and nodded, before turning back to the fires and, noticing something, adopted a scowl to her face and began to yell at the slaves manning them over this thing or that as she walked back over.