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"HM. TRY TO CALM THE LITTLE ONE? MAYBE THEY WILL UNDERSTAND OUR INTENTIONS?"
Your group is at a loss.
[ASHLEY ALLY] Except for one.
Ashely tests the water by pulling out her whalebone guitar. The exact definition of what is advanced to them, especially with how primitive they seem, is vague but a guitar should be fine. The Mother Graverobber tenses when she sees Ashley pulling something out but calms upon seeing the tool.
Ashley clears her throat for a moment before she begins playing a very simple song. There's no lyrics to it and the strumming has no real pattern to it. It's mostly meant to be soothing, pleasant music. The best comparison is that of a nursery rhyme but, well, on guitar.
The child Graverobber, who was huddling and shaking against her mother, slowly begins to calm down despite the six strangers huddled nearby. Upon seeing this, <span class="mu-g">the Mother Graverobber visibly calms down.</span>
In an attempt to communicate back, the Mother Graverobber begins to croak and spit out words vaguely understandable to your group. "Outsider. Not here hunt? What here for? Have no value. Only food Outsider no eat." It's clear she has little experience speaking in the Universal Dialect. Just because most people KNOW it doesn't mean they can speak it.
Wendy, shockingly, is the first one to speak up while everyone else is either trying to stay quiet. "We're here to hunt down outsiders. Outsiders that we were sent to find for an Outsider Village. Did you kill them?"
"No." The Mother Graverobber spits out real quick. "Seen them. What get for telling? Know you supply. Need barter for know. Scout here often for food, know place. What benefit rat out?"
"We could arrange some supplies for you and your village. Depends on what you want." Wendy clears her throat for a moment. "What's your name?"
"Svet." Svet croaks out. You would ask about her daughter but you rather not prod at the obviously protective Graverobber. "What have to offer? For offer, I give good price. Can show you where at. <span class="mu-b">Will tell that most alive, free.</span>" So she does know where they're at.
"IN WHAT SENSE? WHAT IS THEIR CONDITION?" Quentin pries at the Graverobber.
"Alive." Svet blankly states. You doubt you'll get any more information without paying whatever price it wants. "Food. Med. Want that for more." She then clams up, refusing to speak more until then. She guards her daughter as she rips into the still fresh bear me.
Your group huddles around for a moment.
"How much should be willing to give away?"
"I." Lex is nearly choking on his words as if speaking is somehow foreign. "Give them food and medicine. Svet is as strong as me, probably way stronger. Why NOT earn her trust?"
"I CONCUR. THOUGH I WOULD NOT BE OPPOSED TO BLOODSHED IF NEED BE." Quentin matter-of-factly states his non-answer. You know he'll go with whatever.
"We could try bargaining for its services if it's so strong, no?" Alexis sees the obvious benefit of having someone as powerful as her.
