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the man had not yet spoken and already reyna does not like him. the way his struts around, head high. she straightens her own too, meeting him only in posture. she would have to be careful, but she could barely stand this disrespect as he then spat out accusations.

i am reyna nocturne, matriarch of la muerte, and i do not mean trouble. she announces to him across the river. i am new, i must admit. and we have crossed through your land. for that, i apologize.
however you cannot say that i, at least, have desecrated your land. nivis comes to mind. 
if any of my people have tarnished your land besides crossing it, then my apologies extend even further. but you may have noticed that passing through your borders, faint as they are, is the only way to enter. what must you propose my people do, cross over the mountains? a sigh breaks the woman's explanation and outwardly she softens.
my people and i only seek for a home, much like yours. i'm sure you understand.