Her prayer stopped as the woman stomped away to pull the sword out of the tree. It appeared that the woman had no clue who she was.  This was a good thing.  Her eyes trailed over the woman getting a better look of her now.  Obviously a warrior of some kind, bearing resemblance to some of the merchants of the Western Hyrkanianâ€™s that Jivâ€™unudus had saw in her earlier years.  â€œBest probably not to mention that. â€œ She decided mentally just in case the woman had some relatives that were merchants.<br/><br/>The name Scathach caught her attention. It sounded familiar but she could not quiet remember who that was. The threat of being turned into a burnt offering  really did had no effect on Jivâ€™undus since she had heard it a thousand times during her training.  â€œWe should tell her our home was attacked by ruffians and we are lost refugesâ€ she thought, her old self raising to the service. â€œitâ€™s not lying technicallyâ€<br/><br/>â€œItâ€™s not right to lie to her, we have changed now. Pelor does not take lightly to those that abuse his mercyâ€ She corrected herself mentally still debating what to do. It would be wrong of her to lie to the woman, but the truth might very well get her killed or worse.  The woman had to be an adventure of some kind. The lack of trade goods of any kind clearly ruled out merchant, thought it might have been possible she was a lost guard.  Guard or adventure it did not really matter, neither she wanted to tell she was wanted.<br/><br/>It was best to avoid talking about it entirely; she decided and shrugged at the woman. â€œMy business is my own; your involvement was accidental and its best if it ends hereâ€ Jivâ€™undus said with a sigh not happy with her response but seeing it as best.<br/><br/>Picking a direction she wandered off into without too much care where it was going to take her.  Her body was screaming in protest to even walking further. Fatigue would soon catch up with her but it would be best for both of them if the woman and she had gone their separate ways.