Amora felt slightly insulted at the newcomer's gruffness towards her pedigree. She had been born in a small village in the mountains, she was considered a beauty beyond compare to other humans. Perhaps demons didn't care for her slender, smooth body; perhaps they were just looking for a creature to do work, nothing more. She pretended to not know what they spoke of when they haggled back and forth, finally agreeing on 250 ducats as the proper price.<br/><br/>She kept her head bowed, her long hair spilled over her face to hide her worry. She wasn't strong, not in this state, nor in any other. She was born quite frail, and malnutrition didn't help her any. She glanced up at her new master, her calm blue eyes searching him for any kindness he would offer. She gave a quiet nod to his questions, as she understood what he had said.