She felt it, much like the high pitch whistle of a well aimed arrow, the surge of emotions that rippled out from the enraged human. Braiya's eyes lay on the man Cromir sensing his anticipation of the cheap shot seconds before her own realization. His knowing grin was much sooner than expected, but not many others would notice it as well as she would. It would have been a more fascinating event to observe if it weren't for the danger her people were in. Just as the humans had, her tribe consulted in hushed whispers, much less chaotic than the humans and it resumed after the giant made his demands for more. Her father and the chief were amused at the giant human's dismissal of  escort across their lands. Many had boasted the same and all had died.  Even a few of their own had died passing through the deeper wood of the living mountain. Falling prey to the mist and whispers that lure then into the darkness. They  purposely lead a few down the lesser used old trails just to be rid of them.  After this, should they come out alive it had been suggested they let the giant find his way and die seeking the lost treasures like the rest.<br/><br/>Each Semlier present watched the execution carefully, taking stance and giving each a little space should they need to fight, but it was over quickly.  When the giant returned to his insults and well earned bravado, Braiya cringed within herself. It was a true these were nothing more than bandits, but the seeming lack of  any sort of honor , from her view, was almost as appalling as the rotting flesh of the humans before and around them. So focused on restraining her face from revealing the hatred boiling within her, she missed the exchange of knowing looks that took place between her father and the chief.  Many had concerns over not having anything else to offer, but the two men before heard seemed more confident than they should have been.  "You speak of greed so well, new child. I can see you are acquainted." he spoke in halted tones, searching carefully to word it so the human could understand.  "We have more to offer."<br/><br/>As the chief spoke, Braiya's father motioned with a flick of his fingers for Braiya to stand beside him. Through the confusion she immediately obeyed, and managed to hold the questions that begged to be answered. as she stepped closer, the chief pushed her all the way out in front of them both. In fear of putting her back to Cromir, she stared at him, utter shock freezing her to the spot.  "She is young and has the gift of touch."  Braiya's heart grew cold at the cheif's words and how he went on to very briefly describe her healing talents. Those with talent in magics were rare, particularly her type.  To fight and destroy as Cromir had demonstrated was  common among the few, but to regenerate and heal, as taxing as it was, was a sought after, much like gold to some.  Her father was the healer and had the gift of touch, but had acknowledge her abilities as far more advanced than his own.<br/><br/>Rage, pain, humiliation and indescribable negative turmoil waged war against her heart.  "You can test gifts." the chief ended.  "If you have anyone alive enough to heal."<br/><br/>"Father.<i>What is this</i>?" she hissed in their native tongue, but got no answer.  Her gaze became glued to one of the many white columns that surrounded them, not wanting to drop her head low, nor lifting it any higher, in efforts to avoid eye contact with Cromir.  Braiya feared her disdain would show and somehow bring shame to her elders.  There was pride in being an offering for the sake of the tribe, but she was sure she'd appreciate it more if it wasn't her that was being the sacrifice.