Daedra stopped dancing as the giant man, whom she just noticed, stood up and moved in her direction. She froze in place, wondering what was he doing, but as he got closer, despite his size, he didn't pose any threat. At least not to her. She stared up at him with his finger underneath her chin, but what surprised her was when his thumb moved her veil and when she looked him in the eyes, he did not even flinch. He wasn't affected by her deathly glare and that surprised her to no end. There was no creature in this world she has met that was immune to her gaze. This might be very good or very bad. Who's to say that this giant won't use that to his advantage?<br/><br/>And then he has asked who is her owner, only for his question to be met with silence. Daedra knew well who was her owner, but she didn't say a thing. Not with this sort of uncertainty. She did not know who this giant was or what his intentions were and until she is fully certain, she will not act. But as his firm hand that fell from her shoulder to the rope at her waist. After a rather provoking claim that she's not a slave if there was no owner, the man spoke up, looking rather ridiculous and not threatening at all compared to the giant.<br/><br/>When he paid her owner that he's taking her now, Daedra rose her glare to him after he said that he would be taking her outside to take a look at the stab wounds. She didn't really show any signs of hesitation and walked after him, only to turn back and looked at, what is now her previous owner, with a pouch of coin in his hand. Daedra rose her hand to her veil, uncovered her eyes and stared at him. Only him. And yet there was a another statue representing greed.<br/><br/>After they walked out of the tavern, the Gorgon looked at the giant. "Why have you bought me? I doubt I'm worth that much gold, you know?" she smirked.