Zenia peeked above the couch, good, it seemed all the current foes were defeated besides the one that ran for it. Unfortunately it seemed that another language barrier had been posed and Zenia could not over come this one. Though she recalled one of the, now dead and or dying, humans giving the creature commands in English. Standing up from the ground Zenia stepped forward and tapped the Orc on his shoulder, "[color=purple]Hello, I am Zenia. Can you speak this language[/color]?" she asked in the most polite tone of voice she could muster, making sure she didn't sound condescending. She had only been here for less half an hour and she had already conversed more than she usually did in several days. How unusual. Of course the main problem at hand was speed, as the escape was no doubt rushing to get reinforcements at this very moment. Whats more depending on how strong magic-users were on average they could be in serious trouble. That and of course James was laying on the ground unconscious and bleeding, in hindsight perhaps she should've attempted to deal with that first.