He can see that she is worried about something as she finally comes to him and he pulls her to straddle his body. "Does it hurt your brand? I dont have anything but booze to numb the pain." He sajd as he looked to it and indeed it was as gruesome as it sounded. He pulled his goblet and refilled it before offering it to her. "Here. Drink some and pour the rest onto the wound. It will burn a bit but it might help a little." He said as Drakmir listened to her tale. His hands resting on her ass cheeks as she is still pretty much naked before him save the little bit of garments the slavers provided. Not that he minds.<br/><br/>Ber wkrds make it clear that their might be another house in play and his mind goes to the drow from before. "I see. Do you remember the sigil they had?" He asked as Drakmir looked her in the eye. A part of him wondered if he should divulge what his quest was to her. Would she even care? Would she resist? He took a deep breath. "Listen well Alanna. I was hired to retrieve an artifact that belonged to your house. Your sigil on your back is the only map left. This was why you were bought. My emplyer was very specific that they only care about the artifact and that you are mine. As long as you serve me you will not be harmed. You may find I treat those who serve me better than your former drow masters. You will be well fed and a warm bed to sleep in. You will not worry about being resold or abandoned. Ive seen enough of that to know that my sigil is the last brand you will ever have. Serve me well Alanna. I will be your master and as a minotaur my word is my oath. Can You do that? Will you serve me with all you have and help me achieve my quest?" He asked.