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"هل تستطيع الدفاع عن نفسك؟ إذا كان الأمر كذلك خذ هذه!"Ihrin says looking at the woman.** spoiler omitted **

Irhin will hand over a Quarterstaff,a dagger, a ring and a pair of bracers to the woman.

The maiden nods, thanking Lady Ihrin, and accepting the offered arms and defensive items, donning them with a look of gratitude mixed with wonder; these are probably the first magic items the girl has ever handled, maybe even the first weapons and fine jewelry, magical or mundane...

"هناك ، هناك طفل ، سأريحك ، الأم ترشدك وتحميك لأنك طفلها وأنا ، خادمها ، يجب أن تتأكد من سلامتك"Just doing this cause it looks cool

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شكرا لك يا أم جيدة.

The maiden shudders and smiles at Mwikali.

"How far is your village from here, also do you know Arabic perchance?"Mwikali asks as she looks at the Statue and shakes her head,

In Arabic: Yes, my lady, I can speak the tongue of the Arab traders... My village has had dealings with Arabs in the past, some good, some bad... I am not sure how far away we are from my village... *SOB!*...*SOB!*... I think it's been nine days... My mother...

Mwakali activates her Tongues hex and smiles

"Could you please repeat that I and my compatriots do not speak your native tongue do you know any others or you can speak to me and I can translate through one of my many gifts" She says to the woman as she breaks her enchantment of the rope, letting the derro lay now dead before this alter.

Yes! Of course! Thank you, thank you, thank you, my saviors! I said, "My name is Marijani, and I was taken in a raid by these derro at night, whilst most of my village slumbered." I thought... *SOB*... I thought... *SOB*... I THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING TO KILL ME!! *SOB* AND SACRIFICE MY SOUL--*SOB*-- TO THAT TERRIBLE THING!! she sobs, pointing at the black idol of the vulture-like Demon Lord Pazuzu.

Simē Marijanī newi ፡፡ kezet’enyi k’enati befīti ābizanyawi meniderachini tenyito beneberebeti wek’iti tafik’ēyalehu!

Flies down and lands on the Sacrificial victim shoulder.

"Hello there Lady, what be your name and how can we help you get home?"

Recoiling at first in surprise when a miniature Lord with butterfly wings alights upon her shoulder, she sighs in relief when she realizes Lord Perpireen is but the tiniest of her rescuers, and manages a tear-streaked smile at the little Lord.

Yadaneshi k’onijo k’onijo fit’uri neshi! tereti newoti?

Ihrin will use the keen edge if her Katana to slice free the bindings and save the woman.

Sobbing gratefully, she embraces her savior with freed arms marked red by the former bindings that tied her to the altar table...

Weyinē igizī’ābiḥēri āmeseginalehu!

The Ethiopian maiden sobs and trembles, relieved that she has been spared a grisly fate as sacrifice to the Demon Lord Pazuzu...

[dice=Will]1d20+14

"You mad beasts! What are you doing with that woman?" Alphonse shouts.

Though a more suspicious man might wonder where this sacrifice CAME from. Nobody lives around here, do they?

He charges forward to cut down the nearest one.

[dice=Forereaper Slash]1d20+16
[dice=Damage]2d4+18

Indeed, the Ethiopian maid was captured by these derro on a night time raid to the north.

Bound with ropes to the bloodstained altar is a nude, weeping human woman who looks to be Ethiopian and about 20 years of age...