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She was fed up with it, each time shaking her head incessantly at the woman's inquiries.  Hell, she barely understood any of the other languages spouted at her, other than her native tongue, and of course a bit of Orcish.  In fact, this warrior somewhat reminded her of that brutish woman, may she rest safe in Veralyn's arms.  The thought of her made the Elven girl frown, but only for a little as she once again snarled at the woman holding her at swordpoint.

Finally she had enough.  A sharp finger pointed towards her mouth, wide open as if to scream in absolute rage towards the woman grilling her, yet...no sound, no utterance at all.  If that wouldn't answer her question then a bash of her skull into the woman's nose would.