<div style="text-align: center">Questor:​</div><br/>"Open the cage." he commanded and the Slaver did as he asked. He stood in the doorway of the cage and looked at the slave he had just bought. She was almost naked, beautiful, and dirty. The Slavers had poked and prodded her and he saw the slaver back up. Dante chuckled as he saw that. He was afraid of the Angel, but Dante was not. He was a competent and well trained soldier himself. He had lead others into battle and had over come many defenses in his time. He studied his new slave and knew she probably could fight and would try to escape. "Come slave, I am your master now. Or do you prefer the company of the slavers, and these lovely dirty cells they keep you in." He waited for her to try and lash out at him. If she did he would be ready for it. "I am Dante Gimwalad, but you can call me Master."<br/><br/>Again he studied her and then took off his long cloak and stepped into the cage and up to her. He quickly threw the cloak around her and clasped it at the neck. She was as tall as he was so he could look directly into her eyes and he did so. "Do not think of escape or try it. You will not get far. I see they have placed weighted ankle restraints on you to keep you from flying." he looked down at her feet, then back up into her eyes. "Your word, and I know if you give it you are bound to it, as we Demons are. Your word you will not try to escape and I will have them removed once we are in my carriage. You are now under my protection from all others and I can even allow you to fly around my holdings if I so wish. But again your word on not trying to escape.<br/><br/>That was one thing the two races had in common. Their word was their bond. To break it, meant they were without honor and were dispised by all and shunned. Should she give her word he knew that she would keep it. Placing a firm hand on one of her arms he pulled her towards the opened door of the cage, stopping at the door and looking at her. "Your Word."