Cyrus sat quietly in his cage, not casting an eye at any of the other slaves or the various centaur that were examining all of them. He was angry at the fact that he was here in the first place, seeing that he was half angel. He couldn't seem to break out of his cage no matter how hard he tried, and now he was stuck here waiting to eventually be picked by one of the Centaurs. He hoped that he could get one who was gullible so he could make his escape.