She remained shrouded in the trees around them, focused not on his face but elsewhere to offer the respect she was raised to exhibit. He returned her poorly spoken English greeting with a frown that she caught from the corner of her eye -- instantly, she wondered if it'd been a poor choice to come and meet him, but she couldn't simply disappear now. She had to assist as best she could. Her fingers twisted bits of her hair about them, waiting for him to ask the questions. Was this 'Enferni'? Luckily for her, she had been told what this place was, and though she still referred to it in her own terms while in the confines of Enkiel's company, the proper name was present in her mind.
"...yez, iz Inferni. You come...to..." She grappled with the proper term for what she was searching for, the proper term for 'join', but her mind drew a blank. Glancing upward toward the sky, she wondered what to replace it with -- certainly not Arabic, for this man was not from Cairo (he was not a jackal, and they did not have coyotes natively in her homeland), but she was certain there were other words she could use. "You come to...talk to leader?" It was the best response she could find. Join was a strange term.
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