Glaring at the wine, she knew better than to drink it, since magic had a way of getting out of hand when alcohol was in her system, but she needed to drink something, if only to present the illusion that she needed food and drink to survive. Glaring toward the coins, Mayae took a single cup of wine for herself, and drank, slowly, taking the cup with her as she explored the area around her.<br/><br/>Ornate prisons, she thought with a sneer, and the price was my virginity. She tosses a single hate filled glare toward the dragon, and then slid into the mind frame she had been in earlier, that of a broken but powerful mage. If he honestly thought that had broken her, she mused, returning to her prison, he has something else coming to him.<br/><br/>Once back, she glanced at the chests, but did not open them, no sense in showing she still had a mind.