"Did you have a nice ride, Mauve?" "I think it best if we join the rest of the group, before we encounter more lizards, brought back by the escaped lizard or worse, they find the dogmen and bring them back in mass. What could be worst then that?" Bressel wonders as he sheathes the blade. Bressel reaches over and tries to wipe some of the blood off of Branwen's face. Then using the blood gives her stripes on her cheeks. You have the blood of thy enemies as decoration of your valor in combat." He winks at her, then cleans his hands in the snow.