"Don't worry; I'll rip her throat out myself and put her head on a pike for all to see if she's not one." she said, quickly making her way - still in her bare War Form - towards the 'assassin' "Tasty snack in the process too..."<br/><br/>Entering into the tent, seeing them untie her, Yifa briefly thought that if this were any other time, this would be quite the 'entertaining' little event.  Two naked women, notable height difference, alone in a tent?  Sounded almost kinky that way, but not so right now as she knelt down on her haunches in front of the woman, her weasel-y face inches away and glaring as she started coming too.  A shame she was so pretty, but she bet her heart tasted delicious...<br/><br/>"Good morning, Terrestrial trollop." she growled out, low, from deep within her as she glared, flexing her big, massive clawed hands, her moonsilver shining bright against her white fur "Now the only reason you're not a head on a pike right now is because something about you doesn't add up... so you're going to be honest and tell me what you're doing so far away from the Realm, or I'm going to personally rip your throat out and consume your heart's blood, do I make myself clear, trollop?"