Draiss grinned, deciding that he likely wouldn't kill these two. As he left, he paused at the tingling of his common sense, a plot relevant sense that only went off when the overdeities decided he needed to do something either stupid, amazing, otherwise unlikely, or any combination of the three. He paused at the clearing around the barn, noting the ten women of various non-human races, before getting a feel for how many guards were around, and seeing if he could determine when someone would be by to either check in with the slave farm or to pick up the latest shipment.