A shooting pain up Zaila's leg made her wince softly when she was placed down off her captor's shoulder. She looked at the approaching creatures, thinking they planed on making her lunch, or some such thing. She then looked at her captor, then back at the creatures. She placed her hand on her head. 'Great....they don't even speak English...and the one that does, sounds like a child.' She sighed heavily at this thought.

Zaila looked at Beelzenef and raised her brow slightly. "Is that what you ordered them to do?" She asked. Though while Beelzenef set her ankle, she wanted to scream out in pain....but she choose to bite her tongue instead.

Zaila glared at Beelzenef. "That's not funny." She hissed.

"I'm not your trophy." Zaila corrected him. "I am not a possession." She added. "And my foot is fine." She added.

Zaila looked at Beelzenef. "I was born this way." She replied. "My mother was like I am, and her mother, and her mother before her." She added.

Zaila looked away from Beelzenef. "My father knows that I can morph." She replied in a somber tone. "My mother died giving birth to me...so my father had to raise me."

Zaila looked at Beelzenef. "I was born a noble." She pointed out.

"I'm an only child." Zaila replied. "If your only child was missing, would you go looking for them with an army at your back?" She asked Beelzenef.

"Beelzenef fight any man stand before me. Me hate humans for killing goblins, some Beelzenef's kin. We no monsters, we goblins. Humans say we monsters, hunt us like monsters. We live here cause humans no like us with them" Beelzenef said

OOT: leaving for work, back on in a few hours

Zaila took a deep breath. "Then why don't you try talking to the humans?" She asked. "People usually react to violence, if that is how you are responding to them." She pointed out. "If you don't want any bloodshed, then talk to them, instead of fighting them." She suggested. "If you want, I can help you." She added. "My father's men won't attack if I'm there. I'll tell them to stand down."

OOT: Okies...have fun...I'll be back on Monday...I'm in way too much pain today. Take care.

Tyrcestus sat up, slowly, a slight wince upon his face.
"Hurt isn't the correct word, and it's fine, you can touch me."
To prove it, he took her hand and placed it on the lines on his back. It felt hot, but rapidly cooling, until it actually felt almost freezing.
He took her hand away, then looked at her.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?"

Peter came across corpses on the road, he started to drag the body's off the road and out of the way of him and his cart. Continuing forward pulling his cart. He continued going till he found a building what looked like someones house. He knocked on the door awaiting a response to see if anyone was there.

"Don't mention it. Seriously, don't. Folk around here don't take kindly to magic, unless when they need it."
Tyrcestus suddenly remembered he was sitting next to a gorgeous shapeshifter not wearing a shirt, with her hand on his flesh.
"Thank you, Trinity... I appreciate it. Really, I do."
He got up, and took her hand to help her up.
"Where do you come from then? And how come you're here, of all places? The residents are hardly accomodating..."

Zaila shrugged her shoulders. "What is that you want?" She asked.