About half an hour later, the other one wakes up. She immediately springs into a fighting position, glaring at Jackal and Phorsaal. "Who you!? Where am I!?" She snarls.
"Enough. You lost in combat. You're my slave now!" Jackal says sternly.
"Combat!? We no fight!" She hisses at him.
"And you're lucky. See that?" He points to the boar skull. "Killed it alone." He says.
She looks between him and the skull. "So what? Me can kill boar easily too!" She says, thumping her chest.
Jackal doesn't say anything, but walks closer and closer to her, until their faces are almost touching. He's a few inches taller than her, and looks scary up close, what with his canine appearance.
"I know... For a fact... That you are far too weak to take down a boar by yourself." He says slowly before poking her arms. "Not enough muscles for spear throwing." Then, he pokes her stomach and chest. "Not enough muscles to drive a knife in deep enough. Do not lie and boast to my face, puny creature, or I'll hurt her. Bad." He growls, glancing at the other Lizan, who squeaks in terror.
A flash of fear crosses the arrogant one's face, and she backs down. "Okay. Okay. Do not hurt sister. Please." She says, looking down and holding up her hands.
"I wasn't going to. I was just warning you what I'm capable of." He says before stepping back. "Now... Just so you know... I'm probably the most gentle hunter you're going to meet here. And I just want you to remember, you're free to go. But the moment you step.out that door, you're on your own; target for any demon who wants to take you. So I ask you now... Stay with a gentle master for now... Or risk a truly nasty one?" He asks, spreading his hands.
The sisters look at each other, then slowly nod. "Okay... We stay..." The formerly arrogant one murmurs.
"Good! Now you can have some food, water, whatever you want." He says, smiling and pointing to the kitchen. The Lizans walk in, and he immediately turns to Phorsaal with a wide grin on his face.