The merchant eyed the newcomer and his bodyguard, grinning. "She may not have much meat on her, but I can assure you, she is worth every ducat! She is better than the rest of the lowlife scum some people call humans" The demon spat, glancing over at his competition with contempt, "This one is a little lark; she will sing on command!" He ran a few claws across the bars of the cage to get the girl's attention, and muttered, "Show him."<br/><br/>Amora sat there, looking from the slaver to the potential buyer warily. She cleared her throat, and after a moment, pure notes poured from her lips. The song swayed with emotion, it sounded sad, in mourning of something lost. Her freedom. Amora's surroundings disappeared, she was engulfed in the music. She looked like she was in a trance, which was very much the case. This was her escape, singing to her heart's content.<br/><br/>The demon merchant didn't care if she wanted to keep singing; he rapped his claws on the bars again, causing her to jump and cease her beautiful singing. "See what I mean? Even if you did buy an actual lark to sing to you, this one can do housechores!" He let out a bellow of laughter before nodding to Alex. "So, what do you think? A nice one, right?"