Michael quickly sheathed his daggers and stepped forward past his siblings, a smirk playing on his lips, "I don't think we'll be needing our weapons. Best put them away before she roasts us for having them out."<br/><br/>He nodded to the creature before addressing her fluently in Sylvan.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Those who speak Sylvan</div><div class="spoiler_body">"My Lady," He smiled. "I beseech you for charity. If ever any malice were in your heart toward us, give us grace to explain the error of our ways so we may make amends."<br/></div></div><br/>Michael nodded tentatively and shifted slightly before continuing.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Those who speak Sylvan</div><div class="spoiler_body">"The Shepherds are looking for their sheep and their footprints led us to this land where upon we found yourself. Curious is your diet of lazy and predictable food. Would your appetite not be better satiated by more colourful and varied game? Why hunt so close to the Shepherd's home when kine wander much further than these fields?"<br/></div></div>