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*wandering island beach, glancing around curiously*

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“Fascinating. I've seen a lot of different people, but never any with ears like yours,” she replies, wondering why no one has ever stumbled across them besides her and the other woman he mentioned. Her mind instantly supplies an answer: the rocks and volcanoes they'd passed through and by to get here would discourage any sailor whose ship wasn't on the verge of sinking. It's probably why the V'tosh she'd met weren't more heavily armed. Nature isolates them and keeps them safe.

The two men in front of her definitely don't seem to like each other much. She strains her brain to pick out the words being spoken, but it does little good when she knows nothing about the language. Still, she thinks she's at least getting a feel for the cadence. It bothers her a little to not know what's being discussed, but any animosity seems to be directed at each other, not at her.

When Vorik turns back to her she nods. “All right... Is everything okay?” She glances at Saval again, hoping she's not walking into some kind of trap. Shifting a little, she feels the press of a knife against her leg where it's hidden in her boot. If she has to she'll defend herself, but she hopes it won't come to that.