"Then I'm sure you'll lure a few of those men into having a heart attack when they see the likes of you. You talk of liars, thieves, and dastardly creatures. I'm sure you'll love a visit to Banridge Hollow." Theiryk did not frequent the establish much himself, but he knew it was very much a more localized form of the infamous Zantaric that was prevalent to the south of the continent.
It was a haven for thieves and bandits and rogues, and those of the criminal elite, though little more than a festering wound in the eyes of the local Magistrates and nobleman. Measures to have Banridge Hollow removed from the Draconi Forest were often met with extreme force or cleaned up their operations to make it seem as if the settlement was little more than a regular, tax paying village.
But Theiryk knew the place was dangerous enough for the people who lived there than those that simply passed through. It wasn't uncommon for a 'snitch' to go missing, and suddenly wind up down river. Which was one reason Theiryk never got closer than he had to. Sell off a few stolen goods, make a bit of gold, and get out as fast as he could. Now another thing the residence of Banridge didn't take too kindly too were slavers, or those that captured prisoners and sold them into slavery as punishment. And it was inadvisable for anyone present in the area that traded in the business, to say so openly.
As they loomed closer and closer to the settlement, cleverly hidden beneath the tops of the trees, Theiryk's eyes grew darker and darker. Sure, he knew he was taking the woman to be served as live bait to a bunch of slaver-hating criminals that likely all would want to get a piece of her - some a bit more literally than others - but she deserved it... She would only lure more slaves...more of his kind, even if they were not kin, to their doom, their death, their suffering.
"Won't be long now," he said with a small smirk. "Banridge Hollow. Nice place to live."