Klayde's remaining eye swiveled from one elf whore to the other like the roving orb of an angry cyclops. "Perhaps I need to make myself clear. I'll be leaving with the bitch responsible or I'll put the brand to each and every one of you for harboring a fugitive. Then we'll see how your business goes when you no longer have those pretty faces." Klayde's gauntlet moved to the ugly iron cudgel which dangled from his belt.

"Sir... I." 

"Stow that, rookie! Now go round the back and makes sure none of the snakes slither out of the den."