The woman now known as Leoma keeps a steady grip on the human's chin. She could feel the peach fuzz of the light-colored furr, the softness matching her own. It was odd to see a human growing fur on the surface of their flesh. An abomination it was, she thought silently. But, if this man spoke the truth, that he knew nothing of his people's intentions, then what was she to do with him? Let him go, allowing him to wander freely throughout the forest? That could cause many more problems. Ones not at all needed. Sighing softly, Leoma pulls away from the human and stands up, gazing down at him. "I am a very patient and understanding woman. I give ones like you the benefit of the doubt and do not judge accordingly. You will have the chance to prove yourself, on one condition. You remain with me and my guards and assist us in our quest. You will be-- proof, of the human's betrayal to all of Vuala. There are races who are unaware of your kind's deceitful nature." Kneeling back down, she unties the rope slowly. "Promise me you will not try to escape. If you try to, Barack, alone, will hunt you down and I will not interfere once he captures you."