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Dwayne sucked in air as soon as Alvar released him, coughing as he did. Aithne quickly ran to his side and hugged him. Aithne looked over her shoulder at the woman speaking, "You know our tongue?" Aithne asked, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Yes, we're Celtic. We are from the camp across the forest."
Aithne noticed the woman had lowered her bow and Aithne smiled in relief. However, the brute raised his sword and Aithne grew fearful again but the woman said something in her own native language that made the man drop his weapon, he also muttered something as he did so.
[b]"You are... Celtics, yes? We no fight... If you no fight." The woman managed to say to Aithne.
"Yes, we are Celtics." Aithne nodded, her eyes fixed on the man she had attacked. "We only wanted to know if you were enemies or friends." Aithne quickly explained, nervous that the woman told him to kill them after she'd got information out of them. "Please, we'll leave. Our father won't know who you are!" Aithne was panicking and it was clear on her face.
"Father already knows that they're the Snowy Barbarians." Dwayne whispered in her ear but she ignored him and bowed her head, awaiting the woman to speak.