Rutger rose from his bunk and stretched, groaning a little at the slight stiffness left in his thick muscles.<br/><br/>His watery eyes swept over the room and lingered on the obviously frightened Miranda.  "Just have to make sure to win little drow, and not anger things stronger than yourself in the process."<br/><br/>He took a few steps and swung his limbs to work the stiffness out of them.<br/><br/>"So are you the Mistress of the games, or just in charge of the fresh meat?" he asked the demonic female, "And do you have a name?"