The woman betrayed her spirit by being outright devoid of energy or dedication to this dragon cult and less to its supposed "god of dragons". Were he not in the midst of their camp, the man would have just cut her down then and be done with it as he would the rest of these scale-worshiping fools, or worse those without even the character to devote to it, given they had nothing to the fiber of their person. No soul or spirit as whatever had once been there was sacrificed on an altar of self interest; not even that humble know-nothingness or fear of that which wasn't them in the peasants Brannor had a complicated relationship with. These folk? They were better off put down like the mongrels they were, little more than tools for their far more wicked masters.

So he snarled slightly at the threat of the shackles as the woman's aide drew closer; the sizable hunter showed no outward fear, instead only offering a subtle warning to the man in his low, deep voice, building off of Orchid's tale and spoken quietly so that he might only hear as the others were distracted, "It would be in your best interest to not take me so lightly. You are quite lucky you and your friends are so numerous..."

The towering figure so slightly flexed his hands and forearms, his knuckles popping with an audible crack as his balled fists were made part of the display and presented to the enemy; in actuality this was a ruse and a distraction, just as his words were. If the man would go about shackling and chaining him as he would now, it might make the escape from the bonds later just that much easier. Not that Brannor had no other plan - on the contrary in fact - yet any added opportunity to ensure he could more readily free himself without resorting to... the more extreme options was welcome, as was looking to add confirmation to the half-blood's recounting.

[@Hekazu][@Ryonara][@Lucius Cypher][@Gordian Nought][@Irredeemable]