After a few minutes of banter between mercenary and comrades, that was laced with tension, did Baichu stand up with a reticent huff. Matters had been settled while she had remained virtually undetected in the corner; partially thanks to her new gear and cleaner complexion. It was good she hadn’t been with them when they first entered. The Leader of the rag tag these Masterless strays would have been beheaded and the loss of the job inevitable.<br/><br/>Hips moved at a slow pace towards the rest of her new comrades which took to drink and food merrily. No doubt loving the taste of real meal after so long in chains and hunger.<br/><br/>The Khan hesitated for a moment as she watched the two Khoszuls bumped drinks with Katerina. What if they didn’t want her help anymore?! Biting her chapped lip, nervously, the woman glared forward in thought. Calculating a way she could infiltrate back into the pack. She needed the Magic-Flinger for her own ambitions now and gaining her favor would be the best move. A chocolate eyed spied the gallant effort of a bold and highly intoxicated Merc’s hand reaching for Katerina’s behind.<span style="font-style: italic">’That’ll do.’</span>She thought stoicly advancing forward and pressing the heel of her riding boot to the man’s wrist.<br/><br/>“OW OW OW!”<br/><br/>“Oh? I apologize. I did not see such small hands on this seat. Please forgive my grievances. Might I ask you retract your sneaky hand and allow me to sit with my comrades?”<br/><br/>“What?! Another bitch! How many of you are ther-AGH!” She ground her heel even deeper into the man’s skin and tilted her head up.<br/><br/>“I apologize again. I suffer from forgetfulness. Sometimes I forget my own strength or how to not cut out a man’s eyes or to not rip out his family jewels during bonding... Please forgive me.”<br/><br/>Her tone was chilly and slanted eyes looked down on the Mercenary with a hint of malice. He swallowed nervously and looked away like his hand wasn’t even a part of him anymore. Her boot freed his bruised wrist a tad reluctantly before settling onto the bench beside the Fiery One with an awkward cough.<br/><br/>“Greetings once again.”<br/><br/>Hailing a Tavern wench the Khanate ordered a round of strong drinks, made from the grasses of her land, for to impress her team. While awaiting the order she turned to look at the ex-band of slaves. “I hope I did not make you wait too long. I have decided to take part in this excursion, if you would allow me the honor? Now please enjoy the taste of my people. It’s better to drink it fast, it’s very… bitter.”<br/><br/>She gestured to four glasses set before them of green liquid. The Khanate took one and downed it swiftly earning some mocking cheers from the Mercs.