[ooc: eh, gots brain stallness. I can't write much now anyway.]
"Who am I?" the figure echoed, mildly, pushing the hood back, and gently coaxing the weapon away from it with one long, slim blue hand. "I don't see that it's any concern of yours..."
The stranger was an unusual looking creature - slig, obviously, but... had presumably suffered some genetic tinkering from Vykkers. Blue skin and eyes, a slim, delicate face... and female.
"Perhaps I may carry on my way, now," she said, coolly. "I have business to attend to, without having to waste my time chatting with jumpy soldiers..." seeing he was about to say something else, she cut in. "If you want to argue, you'll have to argue with my colleague, and I wouldn't advise that. He's watching out for me, and so watching you as well..."
Perched on a tree-branch some way above the path, screened in foliage, two solemn yellow eyes watched, and waited.
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