Tylya stayed in a low crouch. She was fully armored and her travel pack was with her ((why she was carrying her travel pack when leading an army into battle shall befuddle sages for eons to come)) but her sword was safely sheathed behind her. <Your words mean nothing to me, mortal,> she sneered. Working her jaw she began in thickly accented Common "Name yourself, mortal. Who are you? What is this place?"