Athinar grinned as the Master expressed pleasure at their performance. He had done well, and Athinar knew it, but to get such recognition from the one he was currently working for, well, it felt good. Almost as good as spilling blood. Before everyone started to argue over the spoils, Athinar grabbed a slave, and picking him up from the scruff of the neck, enough to keep him restrained, and above the reach of the imps that now spilled about him, tossed him over his shoulder. He needed at least one slave. Didn't matter what for. Maybe he'd have him cook for him or something. Anyways, that wasn't important. Turning to Kor, he saluted the Darkwraith with a mock salute. [color=FireBrick][b]"Well met. And goodbye. I have to take care of some things. Hope to see you in the next raid."[/b][/color] Passing the group, he overheard the words "raid" and "village" in the same sentence, but unfortunately heard "scout" and "infiltrate", as well as "plan". Raising his voice above the din of the assorted creatures, he said, [color=FireBrick][b]"If you need things or people broken, come see me. I'm not much for scouting. Call me when you're up for a frontal assault."[/b][/color] Waving, he pushed past a burning zombie, not even minding the singeing that was blackening his slave's face. 

Finally out of the central entrance, Athinar found himself able to breathe. Roughly setting the terrified village down, allowing him to walk, he rolled his arms around in his sockets. Taking off his helmet, he shook out his long silver hair, allowing it to fall down around his eyes. [color=FireBrick][b]"So, uhhh, what do you do?"  [/b][/color] Raising his finger before he had the chance to answer, he said, [color=FireBrick][b]"Whatever name you had before, it is irrelevant. You now answer to Meat."[/b][/color] Athinar then waved his hand, allowing the man to speak, as a pack of imps carried a door deeper into the tunnels. 

"Well, I-I'm a barber." Seeing Athinar's displeased grimace, he hastily said, "That doesn't mean that I ju-just cut hair, th-though. I can act as a personal servant, and I also can act as a surgeon, in a p-pinch." Athinar, studying Meat's face, broke into a honest smile. The man was actually useful, and he had a strange pull to effective servants. He didn't know why, as just killing them all would be more fun, but a good support staff was important, he supposed. While the Boss was certainly powerful, he couldn't have come as far as he had without a base of power. 

As they came upon a room, roughly carved out of the stone, a connecting tunnel to the main one, Athinar said, [color=FireBrick][b]"Meat, if you serve me well, we won't have any problems."[/b][/color] This seemed to reassure Meat, a nervous grin appearing on his face. Opening a wooden door that was just recently installed, Athinar looked around his room. It was quite bare, with only a single torch in a hole in the wall, and a simple bed in one corner. [color=FireBrick][b]"Meat, this is my room. You should be okay, if you do not leave. Ever."[/b][/color] Gritting his teeth, he leaned in close. [color=FireBrick][b]"Except for when I tell you, of course. But if you leave for any reason except for by my order, then we WILL have problems. Do you understand me?"[/b][/color] Meat nodded his head frantically. Athinar, satisfied, exited the room, leaving Meat behind, and locking the door behind him. He then headed off to see what the Boss wished of him. While the other champions had a solid idea, he would like to see the Boss's opinions on the matter. The first one he met up with, on the way to the boss, he would greet with a command and a question. [color=FireBrick][b]"Follow me. So, what is the plan?"[/b][/color]