They were not traders, she could see this, her hope had not been strong but still it had been there. Closer now, in this shape she could smell and see this big man was not just normal as his companion was. His words curbed her fear to a short degree. They are acceptable as friends, at least in the sense of comradeship for their hate for their so called king.<br/>At a weapon drawn to her, even as the large man spoke though she flinched back into a crouch and hissed aggressively, ears laid flat to her scalp.  She refrained from attacking, because she was not attacked, and knowing where they were could understand his aggression towards a stranger. Standing straighter once again, though her muscles were tensed she replies with disgust coloring her tone "Were I to ever follow that monster I ask you do me the honor of cracking my head with my own Bola." She lifts it, showing what she spoke up, but made this movement slowly, watching the smaller man. Though it may be an odd sort of reply, she values this weapon highly, and would rather die by her own then run as slave to the Shade.