"Okay, you can't blame a man for trying to save a little" Drinian said as he handed over the missing dracut he had withheld.<br/><br/>Leading the slave girl along, he couldn't help but notice that for a slave ... she was pretty.  She looked fairly strong; she could probably take him on, so he had to put his guard up.  The last time he bought a slave, he felt nothing for them.  This time, he still had a hard time having feelings; but it was weird, he had a premonition that this one was different.<br/><br/>"We're going to my house; its not much, pretty run down actually.  Could use a woman's touch I suppose.  And I'm awfully hungry.  If you can make me up some nice stew, I'll let you sit with me to have some.  Oh yeah, I guess you need a room.  Sorry, most rooms filled with other servants. But, I'll find a place for you.  So, what do people call you?"  The girl was on the silent side; but she did move her head at one point so much so that her hair accidently brushed up on Drinian's face.<br/><br/>While he enjoyed it, he was not going to let her know that.