One of them leaned down and watched her with beady eyes, snarling and flickering it's tongue toward her as he - for the large loincloths that each wore didn't hide their impressive pricks, and they were surely both male - investigated his prize. The other watched, too, but remained standing and on occasion glanced to either side. Her more, uh, intimate investigator spoke in broken common, complete with serpentine hisses and occasional little growls that crept into the edge of his voice.<br/><br/>"SSsssss... Who are you, young human girl? Are you from the Palacceeee? Are you - " there was a snorting, disgusted snarl " - one of the King's spawn? A... Princess?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>