Khal remained silent, watching as the three being approached him with visible hostility.
Each creature was humanoid with the sole difference that their legs were similar to that of a bull while two, twisted horns could be seen growing out of their foreheads. Each of them wore silver armor and held a long, silver sword that shone eerily under the sun's gleam.
"Grash Suf Tharsa Miyra. Kara Suf Jasd Halar."
'What the hell is he babbling about?' Khal frowned, not understanding what the creatures tried to say.
[He is using the Ancient Tongue, a language that is used by races to understand each other.]
'And what did he say?' Khal asked, but knew whatever the creature said, it was nothing good for sure.
[He said you will have two choices. Either give them all your accessories and treasure or they will kill you on the spot.]
Khal stayed mute before he examined the three creatures and asked, 'Do you think I can win against them?'
