The goblin looks at her for a long moment before he cracks a smile "The Monks usually deliver lesser girls but you did are worth the gold and another year of peace for those weaklings" He translates the spoken to Lord Gram, who smiles widely and laughs in a deep bass chuckle before he gave the chain a tug pulling Mayae closer growling something to her. The goblin promptly translates "The lord informs you that he will enjoy this, and that you are infect his first drow. He expresses his hopes that you are more durable then other elfs" You have the fealing the explanation was not quiet that detailed.<br/><br/>Gram unclasps his breastplate dropping it on the bed, to reveal his broad muscular chest with numerous battle scars<br/><br/>