The minotaur woman had been glaring at him defiantly, throughout, trying to judge his intentions. As soon as he finishes talking, she rises to her feet. "I am no slave," she all but bellows. The dragon-blooded woman rises next, the hobgoblin just a little behind her, both adding their own objections to being known as slaves. The dwarf woman stands last, shakily, her knees trembling. "I-I'm not a s-slave," she all but mutters, nervously. The others keep their position, most whimpering, or keeping their eyes on the ground.