The physical strength the man displayed was impressive as he faced off against the much larger half-orc. It seems she wouldn't get to see her captor writhe in pain after a brutal defeat by one of the beasts who had killed her escorts and taken her prisoner, a shame. When he approached the side of the arena and Brogg helped him back up to the ground level she was surprised to take note of his more fair features. Every time she had ever imagined the barbarians of the outlands beyond the Lodian borders she had imagined dark and brooding hulks of little brain. That was propaganda for you though. Always painting an image that more often than not wrong. Still their displays of culture hadn't improved in her mind. She was still bound after all.<br/><br/>His smug remark to her state and lack of attempt to escape only caused her expression to harden once more from her more relaxed, and curious, one as she had while taking in the sight of him without the head dress. "If you expect me to try and use my magic for your entertainment you'll be sorely disappointed." She snapped back while casting another glare back to the man who had shoved her forward towards Aekkar. Looking back to the clan leaders she tried not to let the feeling of uncertainty or intimidation overwhelm her. She needed to keep her head and if she broke now under these circumstances she had no hope of ever getting her chance to escape alive.<br/><br/>"As for your concern of my comfort the only complaint I have is that your men seem to have a game that involves shoving me around as if I don't have two legs that work on their own. If you cherish my status as a noblewoman in any manner you might want to instruct them not to lead me around like cattle." She wasn't quite a insulting to Aekkar as she was to Kuruk or any of the other brutes within camp. Though it was difficult to be perfectly civil to someone who intended to keep her as a prize.