<br/>*"Huh!"* I chuckle, as the handler scurries out. Even if he seemed to be a match for your size, shrouded in shadow I'm a full head taller, towering over him with a wide, massive frame. As I see the knave wiping the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand, "He's a feisty one, isn't he?" I laugh. My voice is deep and low, as if an ox were able to speak.<br/><br/>"So many you already own that would be honored to serve in your House..." The handler's voice seems to hiss as he speaks. "Sometimes your wisdom is beyond my comprehension." This angry toadie seems to be more hesitant with his words than his actions, at least now that he's in my presence.<br/><br/>"I wanted to bring one back, of his kind, from the city." I appear to be talking down to you as much as him. "Something new, to commemorate the deal."<br/><br/><br/>