Amara felt a touch of alarm flicker through her, and rage as he manhandled her, but mostly alarm. The idea of being sold was a...frightening one. But she was certain she'd find a way out of it. She<em>had</em>to, if she was going to reach the palace. That thought was what was sustaining her, but as he threatened further, she spoke, her voice cold. "Try it, and I'll do my best to bite it off. And if you knock my teeth out, I'm sure it will drop my price that you're looking for. What worth for a noble who's not in good condition, after all?"<br/><br/>((Diplo 19+9=28))