Drinking had commenced and night had fallen and after a good long time of loud laughter and bawdy talk, the hunter troupe had finally fallen asleep. And it couldn't have been soon enough for Jerec tired of hearing them. Every word they uttered, occasionally referencing jokes to him, made him more and more upset with every passing second. But it was an impotent anger and he knew the thickness of the bars was fashioned for the intent of an animal that refused to cooperate and the weakness in his muscles only made matters worse. He hadn't eaten in two days and his bloodloss had made him weary. He looked at the lock, a massive brick of a bolt-lock on it, strong enough to take whatever abuse he could dish out, which wasn't much at this point.
He leaned back against the bars, skin shivering in the coldness of the wind and actually dozed off against the metal, rather in an awkward position so that his neck was twisted and his arms were loose on his lap. As they slept so did he and he awoke with a start at the sound of someone coming closer to the camp. Someone that didn't belong. He looked around, not murmuring a sound as he saw the figure draw nearer. Jerec looked around him and saw that the sleeping hunters had yet to awaken, but his ears, keen as they were, had caught the sound of the creatures approach. Whatever kind of creature this was. Soon that question was answered for him when it came up face to face. Jerec took his head back and peered at her directly in the eyes with a furrowed brow and flashed his teeth at her just as she did him. But there were more questions and a strange curiosity broiling in him than the need for fight or flight. He was in a cage, exactly how much damage could she do to him there. Still he was on the defensive and when she climbed the bars, he just watched her with caution as she climbed to get the meat above his head.
But he didn't have long before suddenly the hunters were awake and they surrounded her. Many were still quite buzzed from their alcohol and they laughed as they nudged her with their boots. "Well, well, well," Elwyn said as he pushed through the crowd. The men jeered and grabbed at the girl, but Elwyn shoved through them and knocked a few to the ground. "Now, hold on a minute boys! You all stand back! You drunken fools." He leaned down and yanked up the girl by the collar. "Oi, what a wild thing, you are. BAH! And you smell like one too."
"I don't care how she smells, Elwyn, I'll take 'er off yer hands, fer ya," a man named Emri said. Booze was heavy on his breath and he went ahead and wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his face against her neck, splaying heavy breath there until Elwyn yanked the girl from him and back-handed him right in the jaw. "No one'll be laying a hand on this one. Ye're mother birthed the dumbest son-of-a-bitch, if I ever saw one and if you think Jon'll have it, ye're dead wrong."
"Have what?" Jon asked, stepping in. The crowd quickly parted and stepped away from the woman. She was small enough that Jon had to actually look down at her to inspect her. He was a good head and a half taller than her and grabbed her chin roughly before forcing it up to look at him. He gripped her entire jaw with his other hand and turned her head side to side to get a better look at her. "She might be another good prospect. Don't know who she is. Don't care. Clean her up a little though, and she'll look like new. I'm sure somebody somewhere would pay good money for her, I wouldn't doubt. Don't you think, boys?"
Emri was the loudest to hoot and holler in agreement but Jon gave him a dirty look. "You put a wrongful hand on her and I'll cut your dick off, clear?" Jon said and smiled at him. Emri's expression sobered and he looked at him with an apologetic gaze, and he nodded hastily, though he did cast a glance at the girl with a languid gaze. "Emri, you dumb bastard, you look about the other's size, get him a pair of trousers and a shirt will ye and make it fast. Elwyn, you can put her in with the other one, but first." Jon twisted around the girl and grabbed the arrow that was dribbling blood. Without issuing a warning, he snapped the shaft of the arrow in half and yanked the object out of her roughly, regardless if she screamed or what damaged it might have done.
"Now get her in there," he ordered, giving her back to Elwyn. Emri returned with the trousers which he took with him, as Jon approached with a key around his neck and unlocked the cage. Jerec had receded to the back of the cage and he looked at them with speculative cautious eyes as they shoved the girl in there with him, along with the trousers. Before they closed the gate all the way, Jerec flew forward yet again, intent on getting free, regardless of the other one they shoved in there, but they shoved the cage door close and Jon locked it shut quickly; the impact struck Jerec in the face and gave him a brief headache, but one that was short lived as he called out to them again.
"Let me out of here!" he screamed, pulling on the bars in rage, but feeling his grip wasn't what it used to be. "Open this goddamned gate!" But still nobody listened. Jerec slammed a fist against the bars and pressed his body against the corner of the cage, curling his legs around him and pulling the given clothes in close to him. He squared his eyes at the smelly, wild girl they tossed in there with him, looking worse off than he.
He slipped on the trousers and knotted the ties at his waist, and slipped on the shirt, though mindful of his sore back. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" he snapped, giving her a dirty look.