Normally the sight of her ears would drive a man wild, especially when coupled with such soft lips and enticing curves. Elves of any sort in a large city like this were rare flowers, most of their kind never finding root in such harsh, artificial streets so removed from nature. The men who captured her were of course taken with Viola's elven heritage, at least when they were snarling lurid, vulgar obscenities while having their way with her.<br/><br/>But not this man. The flash of her ears hardly phased him, and he instead crouched before her with a little smile and gentle touch under her chin to keep her gaze level. Viola's eyes seemed much more interesting to him, and in return she could now see him more clearly. There was always something strange about him since the moment he appeared, but now that he was just inches away his giant heritage was very easy to see, his face too uniquely formed with broad features to be just an average accident.<br/><br/>"You are a sorceress?" he asked, leaving her chin to keep itself level while he let his hand drop onto her chest just shy of her cleavage. The slaver leaned over their shoulders and seemed to listen in, apparently not knowing this at all and suddenly very concerned he<em>had</em>broken some law. Poor Viola, not only sold secretly but under false pretenses as well.