*The figure takes a few steps forwards, his gait odd, unbalanced.*
Figure: Tiaz I be. Crossed? We don't cross, only take woman for us. She is very beautiful, she would make good slave...

*Iris shudders in fear, pressed against a tree on the opposite side of the clearing from Tiaz*
*Tiaz snarls at her then looks back at Karma*
Tiaz: Why you interfere with my affairs? It is not your place