Namph'im

He watches you with cold, stony eyes. There is no emotion in his pale face, frin what you can tell. You are trembling with fear, and you know it only takes one flick of a switch to tighten the chains around your neck and suffocate you to death. Spare her. There is uproar in the court, and you feel the chains drop to the ground. You are relieved, but also frightened. The human will come with me. She will be my personal servant, and will live in the stables of my palace.