Your stomach growls rather loudly causing your body guard to laugh, Mirth looks down in sorrow and Lieux to look confused. The gift before looks worried, as well she should,” Looks like the jury has spoken” you smile, “What town do you come from, so I know who to thank?” The gift spits out,” My name is Chel, and I am not some gift to be traded like an object!” You laugh heartily at the convenient naming to Chel’s growing anger,” What! You think I am going to lie down and take this, become your little love slave? I will kill you and then I will kill the bastards at El Dorado for trading me!” You make a mental note to thank her town for the feisty meal.