1 Dream turned Nightmare (2/2)

I doubt a 'how is the weather' would suffice since they seem to think I'm a threat. I'd also want to get Elyn on my back now in case we need to run away, she seems happy with the idea of a piggyback while I'm in a cold sweat not wanting to die before knowing where I am.

”We come in peace and bring no harm.” Realising I'm quoting a movie I try to rephrase what I'm saying, ”We are travellers not knowing where we are, could we share stories?” I call out hoping they might have an interest in something I'd say.

This only makes them more hostile as far as I can tell, they move in formation this time some staying near the cart while a few others walk towards me.

Before I can respond a woman calls out of the cart in a sharp-sounding language I don't understand which stops the warriors advance till the cart catches up. They pull up to the side of us which still puts me on edge but at least I'm not surrounded for now and have a route away, the fights I used to get into years ago taught me to never be surrounded.

The woman who spoke steps out of the cart, looking my up and down before noticing Elyn on my back. She directs another command in that unknown language at her warriors before frowning and facing me.

”How do know lost language?” she asks me attentively in a form of broken english.

A flash of confusion probably shows on my face because of the way she refers to my language as 'lost'.

”I'm unsure what you mean, this is the only language I know.” I reply half hoping for her to be of more help.

The moment I speak up she looks like she is suppressing laughter at my reply.

”The last people not dead to speak with the lost language are the royals and coins and you look nothing like either of them.”