Talan's eyes widened as he loosened his grip on the woman, only to tighten it once more. "You lie! It's only us here! You took me from my people! Why? What did I do to deserve this?!", he continued to shout on. Whoever she was he was going to get answers, he stared her down maddeningly, "I swear if you don't answer me right now you are going to regret bringing me here!" Talan glanced to his waist where he remembered having his skinning knife only to find it wasn't there. [i]By the gods I can't kill her. Not with my bare hands..that's too much[/i], he thought as a memory of his father's death flashed by. He looked back at the woman and realized she was probably old enough to be a mother...a mother. He quickly loosened his grip and knelt on the ground beside her. [i]I-I can't do it. She could be someone's mother. Some child right now is missing their mother and if I killed her...[/I], Talan began to remember the times he would spend with his mother in the fields, all those times she would tell him stories at night. He closed his eyes before speaking again in a calmer, more remorseful tone, "My apologies... how long have we been here?"