He watched with bemusement as the creature's fingers danced over the door controls, but quickly stopped being bemused as he realized that his products were being brought along so they could be sold into a new life, one not of their choosing. He rubbed his staff, before nodding in thanks, and stepping through the door, and noting the guide. Another polite nod, and he glanced down the corridor in front of him, seeing how many doors and what their labels were before he would decide.<br/><br/>There were three that he thought might contain the specific combat aspect he had asked for, but one of the races was... not satisfactory, a type of malicious spirit that was not suited to his goals, agenda, or personality. The other two were interesting though, and he headed to the nearest one first, intent on getting the most useful beings first.