The Fleder hissed at the adversaries scowling at the number of attention it seemed to have attracted. "I thought your kind extinct long ago. Yet here you stand before I, Ameranth." The Fleder points towards the child-- who cowered behind the female witcher. "She is a willing sacrificial offering made by the village elders of Hergig. Unless you wish to have this village beset upon more calamities, hand me over the child." The wings of the Fleder began to spread-- clearly signing that it was willing to rip the child off their hands by force should diplomatic attempts fail.