"That is correct, but to those we are saving we are honorless." She said softly, watching as he picked up the wooden sword. She smiled slightly, before guard closed in on him, and she stood, walking up as they threw him to the ground. "You dare lay a hand on a slave who is demonstrating forms for me?" She snapped, her voice haughty and dignified now, the smug tone of a confident elf. "I intend to buy this slave, but asked to see his abilities with a sword. Are you in the practice of pinning slaves when they follow the orders of your guests?"