(Armor hides gender and race, can't tell if Natalie is a 'She' or a Basitin.)<br/><br/>Nat barely registered the arrow barely missing her helmet, being sheathed in full armor was an advantage in combat versus standard Humans and Keidran, non magic-wielders. Having once had the idea to try out for being the Arms general back home on the Basitin isles. Natalie didn't speak, just turned to face the camp- and  Elya with her bow and arrows. And one figure in the far back staking out the center tent ahead of her. Nat spoke- the iron helmet hiding her feminine voice behind a tinny reverberence. She spoke in human. "Its common for Humans to pay off Keidran to take slaves out of their own lands. Even more in wartime- for a traveling caravan like yours this far out to be just trading. And for every person that escapes by my hand- I get a little more profit. Needless to say you are part of a Human convoy, and I could turn your head in to either side. Keidran- if I want to make you seem like a traitor to your species or Human- for assisting in a charade that seconds ago you admitted to. Still though, I suppose I should thank your masters for this opportunity, but there is a larger treasure afoot. In said master's tent." Natalie put her boot on a deceased Human's wrist- and retrieved a sword. With it in hand, she took two steps- and tossed the glimmering metal end over end at the center tent. Directly at Dynasts' shadow. Seemingly paying no attention to the archer she seemed to charge.