At the sound of the voices coming from the woods Lydia raised a finger to her lips to quiet Ragna. The man had slapped the woman and they were arguing for sure, but past that the half-elf didn't know what was going on. If she really wanted to know what was going on without alerting the couple to their presence Lydia was going to have to be still and concentrate. But if she and Ragna stayed in one spot for too long they could be ambushed. Perhaps just a few seconds to see what might be going on... Lydia's ears perked up and she listened to what the two voices were saying.

"Why did I ever marry you? I could have married a wealthy merchant, but instead I married a soldier who drinks and gambles away all our money. And now you're taking a job from a demon?" That was obviously the woman speaking. She was human from what Lydia could tell--she didn't have the musical voice of the elves, or the low, gravelly voice of the dwarves.

"We're taking a job, and--" That was the man, another human from the sound of it. Seemed like a lover's quarrel.

"No. Not us. You. [i]I'm[/i] only here to make sure that you don't spend the money on booze and whores."

"Phillis, sweetheart--"

"Don't you 'sweetheart' me, Sam!" The wife interjected sharply. It appears that she had not taken kindly to being slapped. "Tell me, what does the demon even want with this elf?"

"Half-elf," Sam managed to say. "And I don't know, I--"

That was all Lydia needed to hear. She tugged on Ragna's hand, pulling him away from the campsite and out of the forest. "Let's get to your manor quickly," she urged, the expression on her face dark. "There are others still looking for me, and it seems as if some of your fellow demons aren't above hiring humans to do their dirty work."