Baux looks down at the groveling Boom, and scoffs. Though he recognized their plight, he was not sympathetic to it. After all, what's five more deceased fleshlings, if not a good thing?

[b][color=darkgray]"It's not my fault you wasted your own supplies in the fight. Forage for your own food, little Kokiri. We do not have anything [i]your[/i] kind can put to use, anyway. It is customary to slaughter any fleshlings we come across; do not think our allowing you to escape with your lives is a usual occurrence to the Ironwood."[/color][/b]