[h3]Zaerna Throt'oll[/h3]
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It took a moment for the Gem to really take in Zaerna's presence. The look of confusion on the girl's face amused her and caused a low chortle to fall from her plump red lips. Her dainty almond eyes blinked rapidly, their pupils large and reflective. "[b]I...[/b]" She hesitated, and the Drakken nodded slowly, as you would to a child, for her to continue. "[b]Walk without some guard dragging me along behind him. I wasn't previously aware that it was considered a crime.[/b]" The female Drakken responded with what started as a slight moan and evolved into lackadaisical laughter. Her hand, which had not left the girl's face, patted the mark twice just a bit too roughly. 

"[color=a0410d]Oh, darling, for your sake I hope you soon learn the difference between disrespect and crime, ere you experience real punishment.[/color]" She dropped her hand to the girls jaw, taking it firmly and turning it side to side. "[color=a0410d]Yes... Very nice. What is your name, young one? And what can you offer me?[/color]" She stepped back, intending to give her a moment to think her response through. She looked up and down the line again, ignoring the way the bare-chested barbarian tried to intimated the Princess Gem. She had been paying little attention, for she had no interest in that pet, and because Wilhelm the Black was one man she actually respected among this group. The woman in shackles was left to her own devices a few feet away, and Zaerna leaned back to see her entire body. 

"[color=a0410d]You, in chains.[/color]" She said directly. "[color=a0410d]Why are you shackled?[/color]" She was surprised that she actually had a few of the brides at her choice - there were few Drakken in this particular group, at least few had arrived, and Zaerna was offered more of a selection than she had anticipated. She could hold her own in duels with a good majority of these men, she was no doubt a better channeler than the them, but she was glad it wasn't turning out that way. She had wanted the one with blue hair, but she didn't want her enough to start a fight. Her boots clicked as she backed away from her first choice and closer to the woman in chains. They were not far apart, and not far from the bubbling altercation. She stood in-between her choices and the barbarian, as he did not seem far from violence despite claiming to not contest Wilhelm's choice of bride. The last thing she needed was to be stuck with damaged merchandise. She didn't heed his words to the gem; she didn't even know why he bothered spouting such hot air. He was only encouraging the pet to speak by responding. Facing the chained Gem, Zaerna caressed her cheek as she did to the last. 

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