The burn on Seatan's left leg was agony. It wouldn't be fatal, but it sure would be painful for a couple of days. As he was dragged into the room with the strangers, he began to see the girl more clearly. She had what looked somewhat like horns coming out of her head, and had pink hair. Certainly not a human.
"I think we're even," the male said, "A dead deer for trespassing. What do you say?"
"Hi," the girl said, "Who are you?"
Seatan looked at the man, "And what about this burn?" he asked, "How am I gonna farm now?" he turned to look at the girl, "And why should I tell you?" Seatan gestured to the small man, "I'm supposed to trust him to come back to work on my farm, when I'm told he's already killed off most of the females in my herd!?" Seatan's voice had raised to a shout, and he could tell that he had slightly frightened her.