Green eyes fixed themselves on the figure that entered, watching him closely as the ship gently rolled on the waves, following his every move. The armored man said something, but Rasha had a hard time understanding him. She had learned some meager bits of Cygnaran through what sailors she had captured and imprisoned. He was asking if she... talked?<i>"Yes." </i>She croaked, before wincing, a hand going to her throat, rattling her chains. They had brought her water once, brakkish and stale, but that must've been days ago still. She got up to her feet as he did, standing unsteady on weak legs while she watched the knight carefully.<br/><br/>Rasha scoffed at his words when he told her not to fear him. She was a Satyrix raider, of a bloodline so strong more than half of her sisters were captains of their own crew.<i>"I do not fear. Other fear me."</i>She said in broken Cygnaran, before immediately regretting speaking at the flash of pain that followed. Her eyes carefully followed the key in his hands as he entered her cell, keeping her head slightly turned to avoid being blinded by that lantern. In the light of it, the rags that were all that remained of Rasha clothes were plainly visible, barely clinging to her well-build and agile body. Her armour had been taken from her upon her capture, as had her weapons.<br/><br/>A snarl came to her lips as the human foolish approached Rasha, and best his knees to look her in the eyes. Despite the discomforts of her cell, and her lack of food and water those venomgreen orbs were sharp and alert. Her hands balled up into fists as he grabbed her chin and inspected her face. She was beautiful, in a primal sort of way that was all too obvious as she bared her teeth, her canines sharper than those of a human. There was a scratch below her left eye, and a cut in her lips that were both badly healing, and likely originated from the sailors's fondness to beat their little Satyrix prisoner up. Her horns were impressive, a mark of her powerful bloodline. Large and curved, they had quite a bit of weight to them.<br/><br/>Once the knight was done inspecting Rasha for heavens know why, the Satyrix returned to glaring at him. Only listening with half an ear while she watched the key out of the corner of her eyes. Once he finished his little speech, Rasha smiled sweetly, before swinging her horns up in an uppercut against the man's chin. Surprisingly swiftly for someone in her condition, Rasha followed the attack up with a swing of her chained hands. Trying to bludgeon in the face of the man with the iron of her shackles.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>