Valleus took note of the way she spoke, an accent he had never heard before.  He didn't trust it one bit, sounded too much like a hole in the disguise to him.<br/>Nevertheless he accepted what she gave, Goliath would know if it was tainted and so far he had made no move to stop her.<br/>"Thank you," he said coldly, not allowing any hospitality towards these guests.  He had no doubt it would be to Goliath's and their disapproval, but he did not care.<br/><br/>He took the meat inside and began to cook it, keeping an eye on his back at all times, and a hand ready to draw a blade at a moments notice.<br/>He would be happier if they all just ate and then made their way, though Goliath was the owner of this home and the protector of the forest.  He had last say, and so far he had sensed nothing untoward about them, why shouldn't they be trusted?<br/>Call it instinct, call it fear.<br/>If he dug deep enough, he would know that it was fear.  It had been a long time since warriors had made tracks through the forests, and the appearance of so many others gave Valleus the impression that they were heading towards the final fight, and that it would swallow the rest of humanity whole.  An eternity under the rule of a Shade King, where torture and suffering would befall all life, past and present.