He took one look through each of the four that had immediately caught his attention, before putting them to one side, along with a centaur's folder. He then handed the others back in a stack, before going over each of the five remaining, taking a moment with each. Done with the more intense survey, he slid them across. "These five are needed."<br/><br/>He handed her the second letter, and made a note to have a handful of nice gifts delivered to Tyra. He could have covered the cost, but she had insisted, though getting the bill was going to piss her off. Dozens of millions of gold pieces. Her hoard was going to have a noticeable dent in it. Still, he had enough variance in his test subjects, so he gave the slaver a nod, before helping the gold to her feet.<br/><br/>He didn't speak a word until they were heading back, and then only using an improved version of telepathic bond with the gold.<em>Alright, sweet cheeks, here are your options, again, and I am going to be nice enough to give you a second chance. Either help me with my experimental power armor for non-humans, or I find you a nice cave and leave you busy birthing eggs, which I will then remove from you, for the rest of your life. I need a dragon for the Metallic Flight, but you are not irreplaceable. Choose VERY carefully.</em>