The second that the strange woman's equally strange eyes popped opened, Tyl'ra leapt back and pointed the dagger at her. The sudden motion caused the head wrap to fall back from her face and expose the chestnut brown pixie cut hair that she had. She watched the woman and a growl rumbled in her throat. The way she groaned and hissed at the harsh light made the elf wrinkle her nose in a way that would have been cute if it had not been for the feral way she was baring her teeth. Crouching low, the lean Elf's eyes darted around again. She was still suspicious of this situation but crept closer. After all she could not rick letting such valuable prey escape before she had a chance to see what other valuables that she might be hiding. The knife felt strange, weighted wrong in her hand so she deftly tossed it to her other hand and gripped it tightly in her off-hand as though she was afraid to let it go. With that done she drew forth one of the intimidating carrakals and inched forward again.<br/><br/>She was brought up short and her head cocked to the side at the sight of the woman frantically trying to crawl away through the sand. The fierce animalistic expression dissolved to be replaced with what passed for a smile on the strong woman's angular face. A soft chuckle accompanied it and Tyl'ra stood almost straight. The little horned woman had the sense to be afraid. That was very good indeed. The smile took on more of a smirking quality and the elf moved closer only to be brought up short when she spoke. Her Elvish was odd and her accent like nothing that she had heard before but she could understand her well enough. Again Tyl'ra's head cocked to the side and she looked confounded.<span style="color: darkorange"> "This is the oasis, and all of this is... sand." </span>Her tone was that which was usually reserved for children that did not understand a simple concept.<br/><br/>The listened until she made out the word cage. She began advancing again, still cautiously, and the smirk was back.<span style="color: darkorange">"I do not know of this Si-gil,"</span>She struggled with the unfamiliar word.<span style="color: darkorange"> "But did you escape you cage, Obsidian Eyes? Is someone missing their plump little Kanda?"</span>(A Kanda is a small lizard kept as a pet in noble houses) Tyl'ra prodded the woman's leg with the blunt top of her carrakal. The next words made her squint and wrinkle her nose in confusion again.<span style="color: darkorange"> "Yes, sky...sand." </span>Her tone was a little more clipped this time, as though she tired of statements of the obvious. The word gold and the elf snapped into a blur of motion. She leapt atop the still mostly prone woman and shoved her down with the hand holding the dagger. She was of course careful not to cut the woman but the wicked, axe-like blade of sharpened bone waved before the strange woman's eyes. Tyl'ra's face had on a look of deadly calm and she made sure that the outlander could see the dried blood and other gore that stained the cutting edge of the weapon. Leaning down she growled again as she caught the odd sickly sweet scent coming off of the woman.<span style="color: darkorange"> "Gold? If you value your life Obsidian Eyes, give me your gold."</span>She pulse raced almost uncontrollably. Gold was a rare and precious commodity and that the stranger brought it up so easily meant she must have a lot.<span style="color: darkorange">"Now!"</span>She growled dangerously.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>