The tribesman sniffed at this odd, fae looking woman. Dressed all wrong for a forest and looking like some kinda princess? He felt a touch of contempt. "Lost are you?" He scratched a straggly beard no amount of shaving could get below stubble. Lao looked right, then left, and sniffed the air.<br/>"Dead things moving?" He grabbed her, placed her over his shoulder and ran, low to the ground and swift.