His unsettled manner at her story made her smile, a smile she quickly hid by sipping her drink. It tasted even better than before. Strong stuff. She's had other such lethal drinks, but this was of good quality. It was smooth in comparison to some of the dregs she tasted from taprooms of her favorite illegal fighting pits.
"Hooked chains," she replied with a pause for effect. "I'm half chain demon."
She let that sink in for a moment. When she said she ripped the ogre apart, she meant that literally. He, at least, had taken more than a few heartbeats to finish off and been an interesting kill. The slavers fell like so much smeared butter. They were pathetic.
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