The dark elf once making sure the bonds held, disappeared out of the tent to move and assist Valdis. The sounds of combat dragged on for minutes before fading and even longer until someone returned to address Jalna. It was indeed the knight Valdis, with Khaless and a brutish, one-eyed orc at his side, both one step behind him. The man looked injured, deep red gashes over his shoulders and chest, blood slowly trickling from the wounds, his back and side bruised and dirty from falling and rolling on the ground.<br/>As he approached the lying, bound barbarian he had a look of disbelief, glancing back and forth between the two women. He reached for the pack Jalna was putting together and checked the contents, quickly realizing what she must have been doing, or perhaps finding proof to whatever the dark elf told him she believed was going on here.<br/>He kicked Jalna's weapon out of reach then sunk to one knee over the silver-haired, tied warrior and whispered to her in the tongue they spoke in earlier.<br/>"Why? I was ready to share with you everything I had, to teach you. You try to rob me and stab me in the back, attacking my people, perhaps even wanting to attack me? I still believe in what you said about yourself, but I think you really did come here to spy and never had friendly intentions... I wish it could be otherwise. I would rather you stayed as a guest and told the tribe you were my woman, but after this and with them seeing you at the scene of the crime, I have no choice but make you a prisoner of the warband. Because they know now that there is a tribe of humans that sent a spy and assassin to us, the orcs will want blood. I'm sorry, but they won't leave as long as your people live."<br/>Over his shoulder, Valis spoke an order to Khaless, who nodded and left, one hand on her weapon. The orc grunted something, a question to which the knight hesitated to answer immediately.