Ei'shya knelt down so she was eye level with Axyn, pulling out a loaf of warm, fresh bread from her basket. "Here you go. What is your name?" The slave was a curious thing: he looked to be as devious as a fox and as stubborn as a mule. Ei'shya had a feeling he might retaliate and perhaps harm her--according to the slaver, at least--but he looked hungry.