Draiss let his expression slowly free over at her questioning him, and by extension Tyra, though he relaxed a little and simply nodded to the slaver before leaving with the gold.<br/><br/>He gave her a slightly exasperated look, before sighing.<em>That is... a more difficult question than you would think. Short answer, yes, but probably not what you heard of me.</em><br/><br/>Another sigh, this time even longer, before he shook his head and continued.<em>I have a hunch you want more information. Wait until we get back, there... I will allow questions when the others are present. Might save time overall. Plus, I have to let my mate know I put a dent in her hoard. Best to have you safely away before she finds that out.</em><br/><br/>He resumed his path back to the palace, hoping to get in before Tyra came hunting him. Not likely, knowing his luck, but still had to try. He already knew she would have the other nine slaves waiting in her throne room, ready to make a show.