"No harm done then" shouted back Crask over the raised voices of the mob just below. Crask returned his attention back to the mob below, "You will not harm anyone in this cave as long as I have a breath left in my body" he snarled "I suggest you leave..." knowing that this was not a distinctly likely scenario. Crask heard a whistle pass his ear, and a felt a sharp pain on his cheek. A spear clattered in to the cave wall to his side, slightly shaken he retrieved it, and tossed the throwing spear to Jack, "Looks like they're not going to take 'no' for an answer....care to do the honours?"