Winger chuckled nastily. "You saw that big bear fellow that we brought in two weeks ago, right? I took him down singlehanded. By myself. Without magic." He didn't mention that the bearkin had been starved and dehydrated after a three-day standoff... but even under those circumstances, he knew it to be an impressive feat. He'd been hoping that he'd get a new nickname around the camp for it, but sadly, nobody had decided to celebrate his accomplishment.<br/><br/>He lifted off the ground, speared a chunk of fruit from Siena's plate, and settled on her shoulder, wings still providing lift to keep from being too heavy for her. "If you weren't too much trouble, I'd consider buying you myself, and sharing you with the rest of the camp." The rest of the camp included two trolls and an ogre - both species only nominally considered sapient - as well as a dozen other misfits, mostly around human height. Her lifespan as an ogre's sex "partner" would be measured in hours, if not minutes. It was about as subtle of a jab as Winger ever got.<br/><br/>"But never mind that," he prodded. "Just eat, and we'll get you on the stage, and soon you won't ever have to see us again. Probably." He chuckled a nasty little laugh at the thought that a buyer might be displeased enough with her to sell her back, or even demand a refund. "As long as you behave like a good little slave, anyway."<br/>