[A wizened, stooped figure steps forward, a stern expression on her old, wrinkled face. The scouts remain where they are but visibly tense.]
I see it is true, then. The Intruders speak our language... [A deep frown works its way into her face as she peers at them, her eyes scrutinizing every inch of their appearance.] Why have you come here to our lands?
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I see it is true, then. The Intruders speak our language... [A deep frown works its way into her face as she peers at them, her eyes scrutinizing every inch of their appearance.] Why have you come here to our lands?