Brent
*Hearing the rustling among the trees from the hops, most notably how it sounded like it was getting closer, the tholian hummed a bit in concern, and slipped a ribbon in her book and close it. She began moving in increasingly hurrying steps over to the betent'd wagon, keeping an eye on the treeline while as she reached over and in, scrambling around for something within it.*

*Upon the appearance of an uto of all things, her concerns were far from assayed, and the sound of metal scraping on wood heralded the appearance of a war cleaver in her hand. The dark elf slowly sidestepped back to the cairn, her long white hair and deep blue gown waved a bit in the breeze that cut through the clearing. She spoke again, and unfortunately again in Silnarian.* "I do not know your intent, stranger, but this is a sacred place. If you mean ill will, I would but ask you the simple honor of taking what business we have away from this glade." *By the time she finished, her bare feet had taken her to stand between the uto and the strange cairn. *
Tanisha
*A few moments of tense silence would pass between them, Kynia staring into her eyes with unknown intent. Then, slowly, his head would cock the other way, the foreign words washing over him uselessly. His eyes would be drawn to the war cleaver, a different style and make to his, yet familiar in it's size and handling. He would draw his own, holding it blade-to-handle in both hands and trotting over, offering it to the elf - his eyes like dewdrops as they welled with fascination.*
"Yours is pretty. Want to look at mine?"
*He twitted in the Mattan native tongue, not sure if the dark elf had even heard of his homeland.*
Brent
*Ehakli shifted her feet on the grass a bit as the uto drew their own blade. She took a breath and prepared herself, finding some quick solace that to be felled here of all places held some poetic peace for her. She did her best to ignore the irony of her death being at the hands of a avian being. Fortunately, those thoughts were able to wash away when she watched the uto hold his weapon in the particular way he did, and she slowly relaxed her grip on her own weapon.*

*When mattan words were offered, her eyes widened a bit. It had been some time before she heard a spoken language she wasn't fluent in, let alone one she couldn't even identify. Her eyes gave a quick study of the uto as she tried to internalize the syllables he produced. Some of the phonetics sounded similar to some of the southern languages she knew, but she couldn't place her finger on it. In this, Ehakli looked to the blade he presented, and decided to try to mirror the gesture, holding her thing, rather khopesh-like cleaver in the manner he did, and tried to repeat back the same words he spoke to her. It was off in many ways, of course, but she did manage to pronounce the word for "Want" Fairly accurately.*

*She then would try to communicate in Homboxian.* "What language are you speaking?"