Screams and shout of alarm drew the mountain's cold eyes to the woman as she began her dance of fire. memories of her formerly monsterous form caused many to distance themselves from her, some to even leave. Though any counter attack against her paused as she returned to the form of the woman in dancers garb. her mesmerizing dance continued to stay the hands of many and more than a few eyes...Even his own.<br/><br/>Some time passed as he watched her dance, his mind musing at the sight she gave. The shadows of men from before cought his eye, creeping about in the shadows to get to her and restrain her. The showman from before was clearly livid at her display of disobedience and spoke furiously with a armed man nearby. no doubt a ploy to get her back under control once her dance ended...Valencar decided however, he had other plans.<br/><br/>The mountain rose from his chairs, drawing more than a few eyes from her performance, if only for a moment. unheeding of these curious glances he made his way to the dance floor, his presence formally announced with a great gauntleted hand on the stony remains of a mercenary. Lifting the entire stone statue out of his way with a single hand, he took another step and entered Daedra's personal space.<br/><br/>His single dark eye glared down at her much smaller form, her head in human form reaching only his stomach. Lifting his other arm he placed a gloved finger under her chin, tilting her head up to look him in the eye. A mere moment later his thumb moved, lifting the veil to look her directly in the eyes.<br/>But the man did not turn to stone, though the effects of her stare did stiffen his form, it was hardly comparable to what still was held  by the shoulder by his other hand.<br/><br/>With the performance stopped and eyes on him now, valencar looked about at the assembled and now confused onlookers, his gaze causing many to shift about uncomfortably. "...Who is the one who claims ownership of this slave?" His deep, husky voice spoke out in commanding tones.<br/>But Valencar knew full well who it was...and his words were a test of the mans character. And when the man did not step forth his suspicions were confirmed.<br/><br/>Valencar waited for another moment as he lowered his hand from her chin. His entire form spoke of innate strength, with his well defined abs clearly visable through the studded leather at her eye level. his movements around her were surprisingly gentle however, with the only roughness coming from the texture of his skin.<br/>"...If she is not a slave, then there will be no reason for her to keep these binds." He noted as that gloved hand rose from her shoulder to the rope at her waist.<br/><br/>"w-wait sir!" the smaller man stepped forth, her self proclaimed "Master" of sorts. A small man already he looked like a child next to valencar's gargantuan frame. "She is mine...you must have missed the my earlier announcement of her ownership...I have travelled long and far from her place of origin and will not part with her. If you wish to take her for...personal pleasure...you will have to wait for the end of her performance."<br/><br/>Valencar stared down at the smaller man, his stoic and cold features unreadable. "...I will take her now." He stated in those commanding tones before lowering his hand to his waist and taking a pouch from his earlier winnings. "This should be more than you could earn in a night, as well as the price for her flesh."  Turning his gaze down to her he motioned to the door with his head. "Come. Lets get that stab wound looked at." He spoke as he made his way to the door with plans to take her to his encampment in the nearby woods.