Verya looked at the bewildered and appalled group as if they were drunkards dancing upon the parapets of a tall castle wall. Calanon tilted his head and gazed deeply at the captured woman, blinking as if his eyes were deceiving him. He was not usually effected by beauty, and granted he was not nearly as drawn to her as say, Sett or any of the others. Geradin seemed not to notice at all, nor did Argon. The Lizardman did look at the woman and point his sword at her. "Is there a reason this one is bound and beaten, such as dinner?" 

Beren moved Argon's sword aside, having a similar reaction to the sight of this new one like Calanon, though his holy pendant within his shirt glowed and grew warming, bringing him back to his senses. "I doubt that, buddy." He idly grabbed the lump of his shirt that hid the pendant, confused at its glowing and at this new woman. 

"She was mostly like this when we found her, though she did seem vicious when we tried to search her and we took proper measures, though we warned first." Verya declared to them. "She was covered in the blood of demons. And as for what [i]our Gods say[/i], our priestess of Cendarius felt a disturbance in the divine about this...woman. If you are actually the ones Vanya sent, then I would assume you would have the restraint to allow us to question someone who we nor you know nothing about, yes?" 

One of the Elven Rangers, a male of golden hair strode up to An-Hasst. "Where do you hail from? We have not seen one of the Skayleigh in many centuries, my friend." He spoke the word 'my friend' in Elvish, something An-Hasst would be able to understand. Similarly, another few Elves were giving some food to Brogach and speaking cordially yet heatedly in their native tongue with Calanon, at times pointing at Jezebeth as they spoke. 
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