<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Zaaylj3.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Xia (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585581#msg13585581)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Snippets<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>As pictured, chainmail<br/><strong>HP:</strong>20/20<strong>Armor:</strong>1<br/><hr/><br/>Xia frowned at the desk girl's little chuckle, wondering just what she thought was so funny in this situation.  Was she mocking her?  No, no, she must've just thought of a funny joke.  "Xia want prove that Xia Xia.  Has prove to tribe and Green Mother that Xia not lose to corruption.  Xia strong, Xia prove!"  She explained, shaking her head at the attempted compliment she received.  "Xia thank, problem very important."  A quick nod afterwards reinforced how serious she was, acting more like she was a businesswoman than an adventuress at this point.<br/><br/>"Happy...with chains?  Love slave...?  Xia's tribe rule by strength.  Strong protect mate, choose mate, but not enslave, chain.  Work with mate, provide for...Strength everything, but not slavery.  Is common in city?  City strange."  She added, before going silent again, tensing when she noticed this "Mistress" at last.  Some strange woman made of slick, shiny black goo?<em>That</em>was Mistress?  Her skin seemed alive, flailing around as tentacles, always moving.  While she almost took offense at being initially referred to as pet, the quick correction silenced the adventuress, at least until the one-horned woman got her reward.  "A-ahm...?  One-horn...Okay?  Xia go now..."  She muttered uncomfortably, doing her best to climb up the stairs with her snake tail, an awkward but not impossible task.<br/><br/>The room she was met with at the top of the spiraling stairs was a cozy one, if not telling.  Tentacles, tendrils of various sizes, even stitching.  Odd tentacle plants, toys and artifacts...Yes, this seemed like a weirdo magic-maker's room.  Of course, she hadn't been prepared to see two different girls bound up above a pit of tentacles!  Upon seeing their shamed faces, Xia had to look away as well.  It was the least she could do, to spare them more humiliation.  "Why bind?"  She whispered, a tiny bit more intimidated now.  While she almost took a seat on the bed, noticing the living tendrils dissuaded her.  Instead, she did her best to plant her ass in the chair, tail wrapping around it.  "Name not Missy, is-"  And just like that, she was silenced.  There was a price to be paid for her magic, this wasn't a surprise.  Though she had no clue what she could mean by a heavier price...<br/><br/>"Xia...not sure.  Leaves special sword with fri-...with old travel group."  She corrected herself, shaking her head.  "Can't offer anymore.  Xia...not know what magic-maker want.  Not sure what useful for magic-maker. Xia...Wazaurin see one of Xia's kind before?  Could...could experiment, take blood offering to learn about?  Magicky type like learn, yes?  Could...show how speak to ancestors?"  She added, tossing out the first few things that came to mind, with all her inexperience in bargaining showing through.