The slave watched the woman, curiosity and skepticism filling his thoughts. He was waiting for her to do something, anything -- strike out at him perhaps -- but it never came. Instead, he flinched slightly, eyes flashing towards the cage door as it opened with a wave of her hand. A mage than? He made no move as was probably expected, listening instead to what she had to say.<br/><br/>As she spoke the slave tried to figure out why she was being so nice. What was she planning? No one was this nice for no reason. He remained motionless for a few minutes as silence filled the room before ever so slowly inching towards the opening. Slinking into the open the slave was well aware of the pains racking his body, wounds that had started to heal over broke open with the movement while bruises flared once more. Cringing slightly, a slight whimper escaped his throat before the slave pushed the pain away as much as he could and knelt a few feet from Kate.