Eris could only smile as a number of elven soon-to-be-slaves bandits popped up around them. She hadn't expected to find such marketable material so soon! She had expected dirty man, trying to make a living off banditry and failing. Elven bandits were going to be much more attractive to buyers, she figured, due to their naturally good looks and much longer lifespans. Why by a slave who'll get old quick, like an orc, when you could buy one that was practically immortal!<br/><br/>With a loud and long laugh Eris stood and hung the reigns of the cart, stepping down on the anchor-break to keep the heavy iron cart in place as she hopped down to stand infront of the bandit leader. She stood at just over six feet tall, overly curved and glaring daggers at the man.<strong>"I claim this one... and his sister."</strong>she says to her companions, talking as if the bandits weren't even there.<strong> "A family pair will be worth more at the market."</strong>she says, reaching up and quickly drawing her black-metal greatsword into hand.<br/><br/>With the only thing covering her body was a few magical near-spectral bones, Eris could hardly resist showing off. It looked as if a casual brush of the hand might expose her breasts to the world. She finally spoke to the bandit leader infront of her, her smile widening into a sickeningly twisted shape.<strong>"I will take great joy in taming your little sister and forcing you to watch as I break her of her humanity until all she is... is a little leather pony girl prancing at the crack of my whip."</strong>she taunts, clearly taking great joy in speaking the words.