Looking around, Mirellia sees that Caster's chosen a good time to approach her if he wanted to get her alone. The camp is obscured from view by trees, and the sounds of singing by the fire indicates that most of the convoy is over there, enjoying the festivities. There are sentries around the camp, but none near Mirellia and Caster, who stand atop the sheer side of the hill, which cannot be climbed and therefore doesn't need to be guarded as well.
The young man moves closer, until they're nearly touching. He speaks, voice husky. "Fuck the money, ma'am. I'll take my bonus now." With a start, he reaches out to slip the collar around her neck, and fasten it tightly.