The stranger finally scoops up the jar and unscrews it, bringing it to his face to give it a quick sniff. This didn’t bother Naya at all; she would have actually thought him stupid to accept any sort of food stuffs without checking it for poisons first. He then turns and lays a hand against the great beast’s head, rousing it from its catnap, before setting the jam down and offering it to the lizard. The salamander's tongue darted out a few times before the beast dipped it into the strawberry preserve and the corners of her lips turned up into a crooked half smile. [i]'I'm glad it's to your likening, friend,'[/i] Naya muses before turning her blue eyes back towards the man creature. 

"This is Ormuzhd, a giant salamander he has served me faithfully for many years," he tells her and Naya's face scrunches up as she mouths, 'Ormuzhd' clearly stumbling over the strange sounding name. "From what I can tell you are familiar with smaller relatives of his no? Your mind says as much even if you do not give the words voice," the stranger continues in his deep drawl and now Naya is really confused. [i]'This man beast has been in the sun too long,'[/i] she decides. [i]'He speaks nonsense.'[/i]

"But I shall ask you again, from where do you hail, give me a name," the dessert dweller punctuates this statement by laying his hand on the hilt of his blade, his voice turning hard, "And what do you intend in this desert?"

"It's none of your business," the witch growls out again, angered by the obvious threat. Naya wasn't some simpering girl who would be so easily intimidated by a threat of violence and she refused to give him the name of her forest. If he was like the others and trying to wipe out all witches, she didn't want to be the one to lead him to her coven. Or Meng. Naya thought of her friend's weathered face and twinkling amber eyes and she knew that she would do whatever it took to keep this man from her. The brunette picks up her cloak and shakes the sand from it before pulling it back on.

"Get back up on [i]Ormoozhdt[/i]," she pauses to wince at how badly she pronounced the salamander's name, "take your bird and leave. I am thankful for the water but I gave you the jam and your friend has already cleaned the jar, so I owe you no debt. Go and leave me in peace."