As she looks around, she'll see a few of them are holding torches, to help them all see, and she'll be able to make out five mounted individuals, all circling her camp, close enough together that she couldn't easily run through... not that she'd get far on foot, anyway. The leader, or at least, the man who'd been speaking, looks almost to be more fiend than man, with reddish skin, slick, black hair, fierce, faintly glowing yellow eyes, and a whip-like tail behind him, dressed in worn-looking half-plate, or at least, pieces of it. The rest of his group is similarly dressed in mixed suits of armor, likely scrounged together from whatever they could afford. Or steal.<br/><br/>"The rules are simple. This is my island, and everyone who passes through pays the toll, or belongs to me. And no one who belongs to me is outside the villages after dark." He grins, when she says no one owns her. "Good. That means I won't have to kill the sorry bastard who comes looking for you. As for me? You'll address me as Master. Now, are you going to obey, or are we going to have to<em>teach</em>you?"