The girl glanced at The man before her and glenced around, holding tightly her arm.
"My name is Arenia." She said, her aceent was the equivelant of what an irish accent would be here on earth. "And they chase me because I whacked off ear of their leader, big male who killed my mare. I cut out left eye." She motioned with her hands. "I come for food and shelter." She said after a moment. "Human company not...common in these parts." She had trouble speaking the language properly, then said something gutteral, like a grunt that was foreign to humans. It was the language she had spoken to the trees and the wind throughout her long past in the wilderness. And then she switched back to making words.
"Who are you?"
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