The elf's chocolate brown eyes stared down at the softer, curvier woman. Tyl'ra shook her head slightly. This woman was clearly not from here. She had items that would normally be heavily guarded treasures and she seemed to possess no survival instincts. She growled again, more in frustration that the girl would not put up a fight. She was just so pitiful. She lay there, terrified and completely helpless. There was no sport in this. She leaned down and her teeth snapped together inches from her face before she pulled away and lifted her slight weight off of the odd woman's body. She stalked a few steps away and crouched, resting her elbows on her knees, yet perfectly balanced it seemed. After a moment, the savage beckoned her to sit up. She rolled her eyes, again frustrated by what she perceived as a lack of common sense. She put away her carrakal and gestured vaguely with the knife.<span style="color: darkorange">"We will talk; I will not hurt you unless you make me. Do not try anything foolish. Even if you do best me, there is a lot of desert and even with what I carry you would not make it far." </span><br/><br/>Tyl'ra leaned in, still managing to balance precariously.<span style="color: darkorange"> "Now, what is this<i> Si-gil</i>? And what is a <i>Tie-fell-ling</i>"</span>Her nose wrinkled up again at the odd words this woman spoke. This time, without the toothy smirk it did manage to look cute.<span style="color: darkorange"> "No lies... or I will cut out your tongue." </span><br/><br/>She waited for the girl to get a hold of herself, realizing for the first time that the outlander was quite a bit younger than she was. She huffed. Compassion had no place in the deserts of Athas but try as she might, Tyl'ra was not made of stone. She pulled a water skin from her belt and after taking a drink herself she tossed it over. "Drink, Obsidian Eyes. You said magic. Cleaning magic. Show me." She crept closer, and for the first time she looked calm, even excited.<span style="color: darkorange">"No tricks, remember it is only by chance that you were not food before I could save you."</span>Tyl'ra tried to hide her enthusiasm. She could not say that she had ever really been clean, just less dirty. She was very sceptical of the woman's claim but if she could do as she claimed then she would be valuable. She might even fetch a good price at auction.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>