<div style="text-align: center">Questor: <br/>​</div>Dante chuckled at her defient look and attitude. But she gave her word and he would do as he promised he would do. He lead her from the cage and the slavers backed up even more. They did not want to be near her should she try something. She had given her word she would not try to escape but not to attack them, and he had not asked her for it. If they were fool enough to be close to her that was on them. With a firm grip on her arm though, he lead her through the maze of other cages and to the outside where his carriage and driver was waiting. The lesser demon gave Dante a bow and opened the door of the carriage. Once inside and seated beside his new slave the door closed and the driver mounted up onto the driver's seat and flicked the reigns and the horses began to move. He removed a key from his pocket and as promised he unlocked the weighted ankle chains and tossed them into a corner. "We are headed to my castle on the island in the bay. Once there you will be able to fly around the island, but I would not stray to far. As long as you are within my holdings, be it land or buildings, you are safe, from the vengence most of my people would want. "<br/><br/>He leaned back against the back of the carriage wall and grinned. "Once we have arrived the first order of business will be a hot bath so you can wash the stink and filth of the slave pens from you, and then some proper slave atire. I think you will look quite ravishing in the short skirt and the revealing halter top." he chuckled and grinned. "So do you have a name?" he asked her. "Or should I give you a name?" again he chuckled, but waited for her to give him her name.<br/><br/>He looked out of the windows of the carriage as the buildings past. He would have to return on the morrow to the building he owned that was the hub of his business empire. He owned mines and farms and lumber mills and tracks of forested lands. He needed to go over the books and make plans for his travels to some of his holdings. He looked over at his new slave and decided he would take her with him. The carriage moved on and soon they were through the city and down at the docks where ships came in and docked. But he was not looking to board a ship. A bit further on was a wood and stone bridge that went out into the bay to a large island that had a castle on it. As they moved along the road towards the bridge, he pointed towards the island and castle. "That is your new home, a lot better then the slave pens."