None before a rude interruption.

With how I was the reason she was 'alive', I, perhaps slightly narcissistically, assumed at least some of the conversation was concerning me. Considering they can talk to each other, I figure that getting in there myself would let me know what they're talking about. So, I try to get my information while technically respecting the boundary the guards set-by seeing if all I needed was to get a root inside. It was frankly almost as much for the fun little challenge more than a real pressing need, so the chance of failure didn't bother me too much. Since I naturally put out root quite frequently, I thought it would be easy. I was wrong. In my mobile worm shape, my outside was a lot less pliable to me making these kinds of changes-it's potential tied up forming the structures needed to move my bulk.

Still, I made some small progress, a taproot slowly worming its way through the soil, if at the cost of some crippling concentration. Concentration that would seen be broken by very heavy footfalls. Well, not the footfalls themselves, but who they belong to starting to make a scene. A deep growling voice comes out behind me, as I feel a shove. "Oy-wats this git doing 'ere? Deal was simple: no. Other. Men." Well, an attempt at a shove. With how much I weigh, it's really more a slap, producing no results but a fleshy sound of impact.

Turning my attention towards this interruption, I finally see someone here who is neither deertaur, nor female. Minotaur Classic: bull head, rippling muscles, thick fur seemingly everywhere but his chest and arms, a wicked looking axe strapped to his back. Probably would have looked more fitting within some labyrinth than these woods. His aggression revealed an important little tidbit to me, as well as making me like him a bit less inclined to him. A quick glance with my Eye confirmed he wasn't just making stuff up-his position here literally was the village stud, becoming their source of seed in exchange for protection. Protection from what wasn't specified, and reading that little backstory started to give a new, more entertaining idea that just a fight.

I smile inside as I try and go a bit lower for bait. "Other men? Oh, sorry, thought you were another one of the gals. Hard to tell with you humanoid, especially small ones like yourselves." "Me? Girl!? Get out." I simply turned an Augment Physiology on myself for once, my overall size swelling for intimidation, since what I already had wasn't enough to get through thick his head as I taunted. "Make me." His hands breifly move to grab for his weapon, until a good idea finally gets through his head, and he lets out a low huff as he tries to think of some form of rebuke. Instead, I provide one for him as I slowly step down my size. "How about instead of a stupid show of arms-we show something a bit more pertinent to your-soon to be mine- role-a contest of virility!"