""Minime! Minime! Minime! Hoc totum falsum est!" The high pitched voice of the woman stomping around barefoot was echoing through the trees, two heavily armoured guards with long pointed helmets stood beside you, stiff as a board as the woman yelled and paced around in a tizzy. "Quingentesimum Iubilaeum spiritus naturae post duas hebdomades incipiet, et nunc aliquis stultus latro captus est?! Ego, Sylvia Yinvaris, filia legatorum clarorum et elforum altorum; Virionis Elalamin et Lythienne Torwraek, NON permittam ut hoc impedimentum Iubilaeum nostrum impediat! The elf in front of you was squeaking loudly, her high pitched voiced rising as she got more upset, the guards subtily trying to angle their heads so she doesn't shout directly into their ears. ""Et tu! Quis es?!" She shouts at you. "stultus parvus ... ahem... do you understand common? Ugh! Probabiliter es quaedam bestiola humilis sanguinis, quasi servus... vah... stulti homines, semper effugere conantes aut duritiam agere, quando discent nudos pedes nostros sanguinis alti lambere et eo frui, sicut alii sanguinis humilis faciunt..." She grumbled the last part, looking over you for any signs of ownership.