Whether or not it was imagination, Cromir did notice the look as the old man continued to care for the wound. Instead of angering the bandit leader, it had a different effect on him. A twisted and sloppy smile soon found it's way onto his face. Aside from sadism, one of his biggest pleasures was to break a person down to nothing. Faryn had shown him a bit too much. The offer of a challenge was just proof that Cromir would continue to have fun with his new toy. Aristocrat or not, she was certainly the correct choice to send to a man of his particular tastes. His foggy mind was just barely keeping him from beginning to pace like an animal waiting for the most opportune time to ambush his prey. Instead, as he waited for the old man to finish wrapping the bandages over the patch put over her new brand, he was twitchy. Arms not holding still, a slight but purposeful sway to his stance, and so on.<br/><br/>But finally, the old man was done and Cromir's wait would only extend to however long it took for him to retreat to the cave. Cromir stomped forward and unlocked the shackles keeping the half disrobed elf to the pole. Without a word to her, Cromir scooped Faryn up and hoisted her over his shoulder, his grip tight to ensure she stayed in place. He turned to the crowd and lifted his free arm.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Tomorrow, we're heading out,"</span>Cromir bellowed, getting a few cheers in response.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Caravan from Istal or border town, doesn't matter. Something's gonna burn and rot!" </span>The cheers were loud, and, before long, the bonfire was rekindled back to full and the party reinvigorated. But that was nothing Cromir would see for a while, and something Faryn would only see the build up for.<br/><br/>Cromir began to plod off, past the stage and heading towards the cave proper. As the pair finally entered the mountain, they were momentarily without light, but before long, the slight fading light of the day began to filter in through a large, cavernous area. Less of a proper home and more of an assortment of items just thrown about in some semblance of a living area, Cromir carried Faryn further in. A massive hole in one side of the wall led deeper into the mountain, though a sparkle of distant light could be seen further down, suggesting that down that path was another way out. Cromir's quarters was haphazard at best. There was chairs and chests and other random pieces of furniture off to most of the sides, implying that he occasionally allowed his men in here for more quiet entertainment or just private meetings. Off to another side, in the shade of rigged, free standing awning, was a mass of furs and blankets, much too big even for Cromir's size. In between all of the furniture and where Cromir slept, a fire pit stood, big enough to imply that it could comfortably heat and light the entire 'room' if need be.<br/><br/>Without any ceremony, Cromir shrugged Faryn off his shoulder towards the bedding, putting himself between her and the exit. He was anxious and ready.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Toss that shit in the pit and get on the furs,"</span>Cromir ordered, beginning to undo the straps to his armor.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">" 'less you wanna show me a bit more first."</span>He didn't really wait for an answer from her, instead busying himself with shedding the mass of armor and rags that formed his protection.