Like his companion Tal, Bron was not pleased by Tor'vaks overenthusiasm. But, then he noticed that the alliance group was entirely female. While Bron had never given serious consideration to becoming a slaver, he had made contacts in his years as a merc who would probably pay handsomely for tender womanflesh as they confronted.<br/><br/>Also, it had been a while since he had been... milked. A small grin cracked the stoic facade, and then he charged, following the half-Orc into battle, deflecting his axe just before it parted the pretty young girl's head from her shoulder. He held his blade at her throat, and her eyes with his own, speaking candidly to Tor'vak.<br/><br/>"We can either waste our time and energy on a pointless fight, Tor'vak, or we could make several hundred gold pieces each. And I don't know about you, but it's been a while since my third horn was polished. We have them at our mercy. Take the other one for yourself, Tal and Zael can share the elf." Without missing a beat, he spoke to the human warrior.<br/><br/>"Yield, and at least you will live." was all he said to her.