A voice directed itself at the hellhound. At first the words were foreign to her until she realized the creature was speaking an Ancient language. One she was familiar with. Hesitation overtook her then. Should I trust this creature? What motive drove this creature to approach a shadow? The boldness of the creature impressed her so she decided to reveal herself. Zana rose from the shadows but this time in her human form. Her dark brown hair emphasized her golden eyes. A black cloak was all she wore. Her head tilted as she tried to speak words back to the man, "Friend? I have no association with a creature that you call Miss Mai."