Cromwell was at a loss for what to do. He tried his best to make it clear this was not somewhere she wanted to be, but she just would not let it go. With another sigh, he turned, but this time he gestured for her to actually follow.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "Let's forget about all of that feeling shit for now," </span>Cromwell said.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "I do not have the time or energy to make you see that you don't belong here. But I am not the only one with a say. You are not welcome with me, nor are you welcome with them."</span>He gestured to the backs of the men that were moving through the foliage ahead of them.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"I will give you a couple of weeks to change that with them, and only them. You keep pushing with me, I'll just tie you to a signpost and leave it at that. Change their minds first, then we'll see about finding you a place."</span><br/><br/>As he continued to walk, his pace was not slowed for her. If she wanted to keep up, she would have to learn how to. He wasn't attempting to lose her, it was just he was more accustomed to this sort of travel.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"To be clear, girl, we are not going to change for you. We live off the fat that your father and your nobility cart around. We will kill, we will loot, and we will keep living and surviving,"</span>Cromwell said, pretty harshly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"We will do as we do and you will have to deal with it. There will be people that do business with us or help us when the army comes searching, and you will say thank you and stay silent, as it will technically be treason considering the harsh laws your father has put in place."</span><br/><br/>Cromwell finally moved out of the bush, onto a proper road and waited for Ashryn to catch up. Some of his men were heading one way, the others were no where to be seen.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "If, and I mean if, you manage to sway my men, then we can talk about the rest of that stuff, in private," </span>Cromwell says once she finally joins him, setting off down the road after his men.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"There is no discussing this. You either do as I have suggested, or you leave. How you do as I suggested is up to you. You are free to display yourself however you like. A princess, a former lover. Hell, some distant relative. I don't care. You will deal with it if it comes back to bite you in the ass. Am I clear?" </span>The entire time, it was clear that Cromwell was not liking this one bit, as the exasperation was heavy in his demeanor and his tone. He wasn't coming off as aggressive anymore, simply fed up and done with attempting to handle the princess. Once he was finished saying his bit, he fell silent, pace picking up a bit into a jog to catch up with his men.