As soon as the sun touches the western seas, several figures would sprout from the brush, grasses and woodlines, almost like spectres and ghouls. Of great height they were, cloaked in shifting hues and faces masked, some had bows while others sported strange looking swords and axes, and one of them would then speak:
???: ¡Ńyjwem! ¡Sełuçẋaqto! ¡Subsiste, argue vestrī intentiōnēs! (Halt, declare your purpose)
To the surprise of the Skimtari, the ranger had spoken the second command in Solaren, the only foreign language the Dze knew of at the time. Due to the tone it could be assumed that, whatever the cloaked and masked figures where, they were demanding something.
