Bak'ran slowly walked towards her, his hooves thudding as he stepped, raising the question of how he had snuck up on her in the first place. He circled her once, looking her over, then coming to a stop in front of her, only a small space between them. "And why should I let you pass, Analyse?" he asked her, his voice peaceful, but also firm and deep. "What have you done that would allow you through my land? What have you done that gives you the right?" he asked her, his hulking form framed by the sunlight, and the hammer on his back swaying slowly. "You have done nothing" he answered for her, his large arms crossing on his chest.