In the wilderness, a group of people is surrounding a fire.

They wear hooded capes. And while they clean their weapons, they converse.

“They said there was an ogre settlement around here, but it’s been two days since we began searching.”

“Then, where are the ogres? I’m sick of searching and finding nothing!”

“Calm down, they normally settle in caves. Of course we still didn’t find them. And we can’t really know where we are, if we don’t have a geographical advantage.”

“True, the plantation is extremely dense. It’ll take us a while.”

After talking for awhile, they decide to catch some sleep, with one of them as a lookout.

The night sky is hidden by the massive trees. The only sounds are those of, wind against the leaves, the owls ‘hoo’s’ and the breathing of the asleep.

The one guarding the camp, a young archer. With its bow in hand. She was seated in a tree, looking at the dark but starry sky.

But this moment of comfort ended, when numerous bushes started moving, making noise that startled the watcher.

Shit, why now?, it’s what she thought.

Her hand moved toward her face, while her eyes followed the sound.

“Nocti Indicet”

Having activated a visual magic, the woman could now see everything as if day.

She looked around and finally noticed something.

A woman, was running through the forest.

The archer aimed at her newly found target, and let go of her bow’s string. The arrow flew right through the woman’s right leg, causing her to fall.

The girl immediately started chasing the unknown person. After reaching the location, she took the arrow from her leg.

“What are you doing her? Civilians aren’t supposed to be in this area. There are monsters here, you know?”

The stranger didn’t said anything.

“Are you deaf? Retarded maybe?”

Once again she didn’t say anything.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!”

Suddenly she grabs the person's hair and turns it, in order to show the face of the woman.

But, the unexpected happened. This woman, had teeths bigger than normal humans, her eyes were sharp and her ears were similar to one of an elf.

“What the hell?”

The shock overcame the archer.

Then in a low tone, a voice is heard.

“P-Plize, du not hert mi.”

“What?”

“P-Pleaze, dun te quil mi.”

The woman was clearly trying to communicate with the archer, but she didn’t know how to speak the humans language, only a bit that she had heard. Even so she tried to speak, searching in her memories what words the humans she had met said, and their meaning.

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The sentences that she spoke were something she knew that humans said when cornered by their tribes hunters, and from the way they acted she also knew, it could only mean a few things.

“You can understand me, demon?”

“Pleaze, du te kir mi.”

“Stop saying that, you’re starting to annoy me! Come on.”

Shit… is what she thought. A non-human came near to her encampment, and surrendered at contact. Such occasions were extremely rare, normally they would fight until death, and when they were captured they would almost always kill themselves.

In this case, she didn’t know what to do.

“Hey, wake up.”

“Hmm? Let sleep…”

Her hand comes down upon his face. Smack*

“Fuck! What the hell is wrong with you!”

“I told you to wake up.”

“Ya! And I’m awake now. Goddamnit.”

She also woke up the other, though not as violently.

“What is it, I know your turn hasn’t ended yet, so don’t screw with me.”

“Vena, what’s wrong?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself.”(Vena)

After she said that, the woman whistles. And with that a shadow comes out to the light of the camp.

“What the…”

The two men start questioning themselves.

A woman? What is she doing here? Wait, those teeth, and her skin is just a tad different from normal.

“An ogr- no. A hobgoblin?”

“Hm? What’s that?”

“Exactly, a hobgoblin.”(Vena)

“Don’t ignore me.”

“Sorry, Stul. An hobgoblin is the combination between a goblin and an ogre, because their species are derivative from the same old species, though were developed in different circumstances. The hobgoblins are quite similar to humans, this is because of the polo opposites that the ogre and goblins are. As you already know, goblins have the tendency to reproduce fast, being about only one year for one to fully mature. But this is because they are a weak race, short as well. That’s why they only attack in groups.

And ogres are the exact contrary. They take almost three decades to fully mature, and everyone fears them because they are able to take several people with only one.

Meaning, when these two species come together, they become the middle point. They have about the same rate of growth as us and their strength is just a bit higher. You can say that the only things that are different from us other than those, are their teeth, their ears and their skin color. But they're extremely rare”

“Wait, but this one’s skin isn’t that different from us. If you took its teeth and a bit of her ears, she would be considered a human.”(Vena)

“That’s because she’s probably a variant. She’s different.”

“Either way, what is she doing here? You should already have killed her.”(Stul)

“You think I don’t know that? But she begged for me not to, and I thought we could have some use for her.”(Vena)

“She begged? But they can’t speak our language.”

“Well, she can. Kind of.”(Vena)

Stul looks at the leader of the group, and this turns his eyes to Stull.

“”What?””

“It’s not like she can speak that well, but she definitely spoke Regnaniam.”(Vena)

“What do you mean, does that mean you talked to her?”

“Klok, it isn’t like she said anything meaningful. It was just ‘Please don’t hurt or kill me’.”(Vena)

“Holy shit! Don’t you see how important this is?Do you know why we can’t communicate with non-humans?”(Klok)

“It’s because they don’t learn our language.”(Stul)

“It’s not because they don’t want, its because they can’t. They may have body structure similar to ours, for example, being bipedal and having their organs closely resembling ours, but they’re still a different species. If we were to try and teach them our language, it would like doing the same with a dog, in the end it would still bark.

But she’s different. She can learn. You do understand how important this is, right? If we bring her to the base and teach her our language, she could give us quite the information. And if her tribe is composed of beings with the same capability as her, we could study them and maybe, we could use that knowledge for the benefit of the Recon Department ”(Klok)

“Is she really that important, aren’t you exaggerating a bit, no?”(Vena)

“I’m serious.”(Klok)

The knowledgeable man walks towards the hobgoblin.

“What’s your name?”(Klok)

“Watz ise ior neime?”

“Name.” That man, points to himself. “Klok. My name is Klok.”(Klok)

“Name? Klok?”

“Yes.” The man then points to the woman. “Your name?”(Klok)

After a bit, the woman was thinking. And then she answered.

“Mor, name ise Mor”