The day seemed to drag on, with only a pair of complaints about this dispute and that dispute with some of the people within his ranks. Usually it was who had used someone else's slave, or stole something from them, or left them alone on duty for one reason or another. This time, it was a case of thievery first. Thus, Cromir just allowed them to duke it out in front of him. No reason to let the two of them simmer in their rage, but he wasn't going to let either kill the other. Everyone knew that once a squabble was over, it was over. Period. Cromir never stood for a grudge within his bandits.<br/><br/>The match dragged on for pretty long before one -the one that was accused- finally hit the ground and didn't get back up. Cromir gestured for both the accuser and the accused to be dragged to the side, just as Mae exited the cave behind him. He was too busy enjoying the fight to notice the Trusted exit or return with his new toy. Cromi whistled and gestured for her to come onto the stage.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"You, Trusted. Here, now."</span>Cromir ordered, terrifying the girl, but none the less she moved where she was told. Cromir was about to speak, when he noticed the cuts on her arm, which she was trying desperately to hide. Cromir grabbed the injured arm and yanked it forth, examining it and noting they were just like the claw marks on his hands and wrists. With a frown, he released the slave's arm with a slight thrust.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"You are to care for the cat until she learns to behave," </span>Cromir said.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Everyday, once I exit the cave, you will fetch her and you will make sure the quim eats, is clean, and care for any injuries. Am I understood?"</span><br/><br/>Mae nodded slowly, before speaking in a very quiet and respectful tone.<i>"Yes sir. I shall tell Melisandre when I return tonight."</i><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Good, now go get her and bring her here,"</span>Cromir said, pointing at where they were standing to the left of his throne on his stage.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"I will handle her after whatever this is." </span>Mae nodded once more before backing away slowly, diving back in the cave to find Braiya. Cromir turned to these new complainants. These two had a third in cuffs between them, and explained how this one 'forgot' his morning shift for the third time in a row since he earned a slave. Cromir sighed. This punishment was an easy one, and one used as an example.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"String him to the pole and bring me the whip. You two will take turns,"</span>Cromir commanded. The accused squirmed and begged, but ultimately was put on a pole in the middle of the yard. A few moments later, a cat of nine tails was brought to Cromir. His fingers tapped each of the ends before handing it back to the man. He had applied a specific blend of toxins to the end, ones that would amplify pain and ones that would force the man's metabolism act at a rate that was not natural. The end product usually left few scars, lasting pain, and a near starved individual. It was a good lesson that many soon learned.<br/><br/>The whippings started shortly after Braiya was led out of the cave and into what would soon become her normal spot on the stage. Cromir didn't speak until the whippings were over and the shell of the man was dragged off.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300"> "I forgot something the day before, catgirl," </span>Cromir finally said, standing. For a moment, he left the conversation, calling out for one thing in particular:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Knife!" </span>With that, Cromir walked over to Braiya and Mae, standing well above the two of them.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"And then I see you injure a Trusted, right after I decided to use your gift on those two fools in the corner over there."</span>A knife was brought up to Cromir, a large, thick blade suited for carving flesh. Cromir allowed the flat of the blade to run along Braiya's exposed collar bone, before continuing to speak.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300"> "So, you have some choices. Either I put my mark on you now, where I choose, and then you heal the trusted and the idiots, and then I let the Trusted bandage you up and then you spend the rest of the day at my side. Or. Or, you heal the three of them, then you get to choose where the mark goes, then the Trusted gets to take care of you until I use you to keep warm tonight."</span>Cromir gestured to the pole that the whipping just finished.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"So either get to healing or make your way to the pole. Your choice, pussy."</span>