The final story would have been interrupted had Angela not walked away anyway; the firbolgs had become distracted by strangers in the distance. Or at least, they were strangers to the party. They were well-dressed in fine clothing, and the firbolgs did not look at them fondly. "Youn come t'ar homen ghen disrupten er guests' stories, brudas. Yer na welcome hier."

The two, what the party now recognized as, human men put their hands up and bowed their heads. They spoke in another language, but didn't seem to address the party at all so much as what could be assumed safely was the leader of these firbolgs, "Xwyx yOYu nu i mŤ Heyu. yOwYu iXi. Xw yOYu eyiyw. Xwyx yen v i. Or do you not speak the high tongue?"

The firbolgs all remain silent, but back down. They still look untrusting of the newcomers, however.

[hider=Firbolg Common]"You came to our home again and disrupted our guests' stories, brothers. You're not welcome here." That one was pretty clear, I guess.[/hider][hider=Sylvan]"We're not here to start trouble with you (We, not including you, do not want here to make more than waste). Don't worry (Do not distract yourself). None of us want to fight (we, including you, do not want to fight). We will rest, then leave."[/hider]