"I... I..." Mohini stammered, she was feeling completely overwhelmed and still sick from the foul herbal mixture. She looked up at the alcohol-loving woman with whom she had made the unfortunate mistake of speaking with. She glanced over at the man Quintus, hoping he would intervene, he had said he didn't want them talking in their language, of course, he had only threatened her, not this overbearing captor, but surely he wouldn't stand aside forever.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry! I-I will do whatever you wish of me," Mohini amended, her eyes returning to the woman who stared down at her.