"So you have an army, supposedly of some 'great dragon', but you fail to siege even a miniscule, largely undefended town and its lone minor keep." Brannor laughed, the prison thundering with his disparaging bellow before he set his hand to his jaw, "And your blue monstrosity abandoned you."

While he knew the cultist could not see him, he wanted her to [i]feel[/i] his spirit's overwhelming presence and how it burned more fiercely in a moment of humor, at least his sense of it. Love, laughter, liquor, they were all fine joys and spoils of life, all to be experienced in their own ways as fellow glints of hope in the night that was existence for many; Brannor himself had not a taste for some of the ideals the soul within him commanded he obey, like that of many humors so it came as no surprise it was a rarity, but [i]this[/i] woman had earned a well deserved laugh. Every time she spoke about her beloved cult she made a supreme fool of herself by attempting to intimidate them.

Brannor drew in closer and snarled slightly with near fey power, the sudden change of demeanor silenced the echo of the laugh as the golden eyes seared vibrantly at her; the hunter not far from her side but now crouched down. The utterance he gave was primal, but so was the emotion that drove it, "Then we will dash your beloved eggs and lay to the earth your bodies."

"If you do not think us capable of that... I reason you previously had also not thought us capable of capturing or killing your fellows."

The greencloak's arm gently reached back behind his hooded head and slowly began to draw the great blade from its place of rest. The motion was unsettlingly slow, unearthly in patience, and surreal in the way it all happened as he spoke; with every word it moved slightly further. Near free up to half from its leather seat, the man looked back to the few remaining company, namely the nobleman of Governor Nighthill. The implication was clear - either let the hunter give her a clean death after but a few more questions, or deal with the madwoman all on his own. If Brannor were him, a living enemy unrepentant was as dangerous here as it were abroad.

But this was not his battle. Greenest's fate was not the knight of the wild's to decide.

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