The stranger was already crying her lungs out by the time Favena entered the tent and found her slumped on the dirt ground, babbling nonsense in a high-pitched voice while the two large Yahurian soldiers stared down at her with puzzled expressions and their spears pointed firmly at her neck.
-What the hell is going on here? – The Nevarehan princess demanded to know. Stepping inside and glancing at the crooked girl with equal curiosity, who went suddenly speechless as soon as she spotted her – Who are you?
-We found her prowling around the campsite – One of the masked men explained – She was riding one of your horses. So, at first, we thought she had stolen it, hence why we initially apprehended her. But now she swears to be a Nevarehan, and she assures us that she has come here to delive
