The gang leader's screams still echoed through the caverns as if trying to resist the silence that would inevitably set on now that the fighting was over and so many people were either injured, dead or just tired. Fyr's mind too took a noticeable while until noticing just how annoying that yelling in agony was. A short nod towards Cicero and the others later, Fyr was on his way to investigate.

What he found was a scene that would have invoked his utmost pity had it not also been such a striking case of retributive justice. The gang leader, pinned down by one of the spike traps and seriously bleeding by means of yet another hole -- this time in his foot. A bit of a more close scrutiny of the situation, much more relaxed than ever before for Fyr was absolutely certain the other man could not really move anymore, revealed however that there was no immediate threat to the man's life.

Good!

[color=yellow]"Would you like me to break your ankle and amputate your foot using my bare hands and this shovel or do you prefer just telling me where to find my axe ?"[/color] Fyr gently bumped against the gang leaders injury with his foot, causing the screaming to intensify momentarily. [color=yellow]"Just kidding. The amputation part, I mean. Not the axe part! I also want the rest of my stuff back and that very much includes my freedom, you know ? And perhaps something else to eat than those damn mushrooms!"[/color]

Oh just how much he would have liked to start force-feeding the man with those shrooms until his belly was bloated like a large cushion! Fyr, at this point, felt as if having to hunt down whatever wild animal this desert could offer once out just to dry its meat in the open sun and eat it raw! The lousiest lump of bread was more preferable than just one more mushroom meal!

[color=yellow]"Do you really want to give up your life for this ? Your foot... that'll buff out, I can tell that. But only if you make me hesitate to just crush you to death! Where is my stuff and where's the way out of here ?"[/color]