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	Confusion, fear and tension hung in its mind like an oppressive cloud. The giant had seen it and immediately drawn a weapon in surprise, which was understandable. Surprise often meant danger, and warranted preparing one's defenses. Keeping the sword out and approaching was much less understandable. To approach something hiding with weapon drawn could only be intent to kill. Things were about to spiral out of control as the titanic green juggernaut approached. The creature did not want to die, but defending itself without causing harm or potentially offending the Manor's master would be all but impossible.

	More concerning than all of that was the fact that it heard [color=green]the giant's voice rumble a terse retort[/color], and [color=FFDEAD]the smaller one respond in a stressed tone[/color], but the words meant [i][b]nothing[/b][/i]. They did not speak the only tongue it knew. It began to panic, as it realized just how much of a predicament it was in. Peeking over the couch again, [color=FFDEAD]the small one chattered at him[/color] and waved a hand back and forth. In response it extended a three-fingered hand of that same yellow color and mimicked her, before quickly pulling the hand back in in response to the giant taking a large, heavy step [i]towards the couch it was hiding behind[/i]. With another step, it fully retreated again. 

	With an eye watching from under the couch, the creature watched the giant's boots slowly step closer, planting it's feet as if to strike at a moment's notice. It visualized the massive sword in his hand with growing trepidation. It had seen enough of nature to know a creeping ambush when it saw one. Another few steps and it would be in a position to strike. The creature's eyes flicked to the cloven hooves of the smaller creature as [color=6c6c6c][s]it[/s][/color] [i]she[color=6c6c6c]?[/color][/i] [color=FFDEAD]Called out to the giant in a cautioning tone of voice[/color].

[color=636de9][i]Caution is a luxury...[/i][/color]

	The giant took another step and the creature ducked behind the couch again. Another step, and it bolted [i]under the couch[/i], fitting through the minuscule amount of space seemingly without trouble. It catapulted out the other side with a loud rustling sound following every movement. Out of its protective cover, but farther from the olive colored giant, it snatched the letter off the table, and as it closed in on the bookshelf, scooped the books off the floor in a single fluid motion. its thin arms possessively wrapped around its newly pilfered items as it tried to put [i]anything[/i] between it and the one pursuing it. Its eyes turned to Tova and it froze, the rustling sounds stopping as the rest of its body caught up.

	For a moment, it was perfectly, unnaturally still. This close, the creature's features were well defined enough to spot at a glance. it's 'skin' was covered in orderly lines of symbols, cut off or interrupted by new sets of lines of the same set of symbols in a different direction over and over and over. There wasn't much shape visible underneath the surface of the cloak-like sheet the creature was surrounded by, currently spread out across the floor. At the front of it's "head" a gap in the sheet exposed a pair of wax seals stamped with designs spaced and positioned like eyes. One was a coat of arms on a strange looking shield, and the other a perched owl. Both were focused on Tova's belt.

The moment of stillness passed, another pair of arms were revealed as they shot forward, grasping Tova's invitation bound by her belt before pulling it loose. It unfolds the slightly worse-for-wear paper and the facsimile eyes flick back and forth, reading over its contents. One hand retreats behind the old paper-sheet cloak and reemerges with the creature's own invitation. Satisfied with whatever it found, it's own invitation disappears back into the paper-cloak and turns Tova's so that the lettering faces her. "[color=636de9]Voos san seag geaseg! Y wode jwih zej'jeg ticsh nou lezz![/color]" It gasps in a hoarse voice. It desperately taps the lettering with a strangely angular finger before pointing at Tova. It repeats the tapping and pointing once more before shaking the paper in front of her, arm outstretched as it glances nervously between Tova and Goroth.