The man that had followed behind her also took a seat on the hollow trunk she had seated to appreciate the daily occurrences of the Kleifar villagers. Although looking to the opposite side she was sightseeing taking out a piece of wood to crave with his cutting edge.
"Ai! Female Myrkzver, are your lungs broken?"
"!"
Hrom then roughly turned, surprising her and annoyed by the continuous sighs of the woman. Forgetting to be secretive while tailing her. — "Engulfing air this much... They have to be for you to be so awfully greedy."
"... They are not."
"Ai..." — Doubtful by her concise response, Hrom lifted his thick brow to ask more. — "Your stroll was short Veneer Female. Are you not going to tha other side of tha stream? It's right there, ya see?"
Pleased by how even in the tone she spoke to Hrom, he still showed hospitality. Eve in the roughness of his accent. And so, Ewelina turned her head to speak.