[Athilea Majiri]

She stared at the woman for a long time, letting silence streatch out for what might have been an eternity between them. Her mind raced as to how the woman knew she was searching for something, but she managed to keep her surprise from touching her face. It would do no good for her composure to crack just now. Now with someone she considered to be an enemy.

Táriel did not want to tell her to much, did not want her to know anything more about her then she absolutely had to share. After a long time of studying the woman she spoke, her voice soft but still filled with the same contempt she would show any human. "I am, shemlen." Every time she said the word she managed to put so much emphasis on it that it was obviously intended as an insult.

"Not that it is any of your concern." She did not add how useless she thought her quest for her sister was now that she was trapped with the flat ears. There was no way out, and she had no weapons. Táriel wanted to curse the guards for taking her bow especially.