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"They treat you with the respect they should. They know you are above them in the food chain, so to speak."

He grinned lightly at the horse, yes, two points for him. he looked around at her words, with a small grin.

"It's only like this on occasion. as I have been endeavoring to keep this from you..these fools assume I was planning some grand thing and came in droves to see what I have, thinking they woudl get some grand dealing or the like. foolish."

He turned thoughtful again, and nodded to himself.

"There are somethings I'll need to get you familiar with now though. some of your 'authority' though I know you'll never invoke it, it's at least best to know about it."

There was a small commotion, and malik turned, one of the younger slaves was in a fight. with a client about something or other. looked like a male was fighting over the fact the client wanted to purchase a particular female, and not the male.

"like I said, foolish. those two are siblings. I intended them to be a package deal, as last time I tried to seperate them one took..drastic measures to prevent it."

His gauntleted hand clenched, and the collar on teh slaves neck tightened, forcing him off the other and gripping his neck trying to get air..while the ones taking care of his buisness grabbed the other and moved to esort him off the property, at which time Malik's hand loosened, and the slave could breath, and was tended by his apparent sister.

"I really dislike some of these people. and it will be noted next time. they won't set a foot within these walls."

"As far as the rest know, your authority is second only to myself. which means you can invoke punishment for any action that you think deems it. and by punishment I mean the grip on teh collar, or the breakers."

He watched her toy with her necklace, and shook his head lightly. there were times he regretted putting that on her.

"The breakers are Ogres. who's sole purpose in life is hurting people they are allowed to. Cymarron is the longest to ever be in a breaker room. it's not pleasent, trust me. I used to find a sadistic pleasure in the screams, but that was a long time ago..or when Cymarron was under my boot."

Rand pulled her cowboy hat down, and the collar of her trench coat up. An old habbit that she hadn't needed to do in a long time. She took a deep breath and for the third time stepped into Malik's manor.

She noticed the illusions were gone, and noted the activity. But she didn't really pay it too much mind, she had too much to think about. She had to be..mentally prepared for what she might have to do this day. She grabbed a servant, "Where's Malik?" She asked.

Rand gave an eyebrow up at the paniced servant, and gave herself a once over. What? Did she look scary or something? You couldn't even see her tail, it was under her trench. And her ears were under her hat, so it wasn't that. She looked to Morelle, but the familiar was not very helpful.

With the servants point, and the assistance of Malik's smell, Rand found him and Piper easily enough. The atmosphere between the two had changed, and Rand filed that away for further disection.

She decided to play this as politely as possible. She bowed.

"Malik."

He gave Piper a small smile, at least she understood...before turning his attention to Rand, with a raised brow at how she held herself. eyes covered, the trench up above her face.

"Conduit. What brings you to my door again? here for a toy, or you wondering as to teh offer you made me before?"

a smirk at mentioning that she might even remotely be interested in aquiring a slave, before a quick look around.

"and no Elias. and I assume Cymarron has no idea what you are up to. I seriously doubt he'd let you come here alone if he knew."

Rand gave no outward sign of her reaction to Malik's little joke. "I have come aobut the offer. Though I think that it is less...significant now that you have shown your true colours to Piper."

She blinked once, pulled hat down a bit again. Old habbits don't go away. "And I am assumeing, from how Piper holds herself, that you have allowed her free will after all."

She shoved her hands in her pockets, off set her hips.

Well Malik got her attention at that and also a look of a little distaste at it. "You already know that removing my own would serve no real purpose. Besides, I like it. And I don't see a point in putting a collar on Rand...least you want Cymarron and Elias to come after you." She crossed her arms and looked to Rand now. "You don't have to make any deals Rand. I'm fine. You think it's so important that I go back. But why won't you listen to me and understand that I don't? I'm fine here...Malik doesn't hurt me or anything..."

That look made him squirm abit, and look down some, drumming his fingers on the hilt of Malvolence.

"I've ruled through fear long enough. I don't take someone giving themselves to me in any manner of thier own will lightly. that would have included you."

Though he gave her a hard look.

"But we both know what woudl have happened, had Cymarron or Elias come for you. I may not have mastery of your Void, but that wouldn't have stopped me from using it. or you."

He sighed lightly.

"You have no idea how tempting it is to collar you, and throw Cymarron at the mercy of your void. but, I abide by Piper's choice as well. I don't need to be under seige again, yet. I'm sure the elf will be on the warpath this way when he finds out about certian things."