When the boy jumped and ran -or rather tried to run- Moss only stood even more on-end. He glared daggers at her, holding onto his tail like it was a lifeline. She gripped the hammer with both hands and glared back. The little demon thing might've looked like child but Moss had heard enough folktales to know that appearances weren't everything. Deception was key, and if this kid was lying behind some disguise she wasn't gonna fall for it.

And yet the other guy was coming to his defense? 

"Are you serious it-" she recoiled when Elin spoke, brow furrowing. She'd run with plenty of gypsies before, folks from all over, and not a one spoke like that. "Look it's fok'n speakin in tongues, it's got a tail comin' out its arse for Christ's sake!"