Such men, if they be men, could be unpredictably violent, and who could withstand such a one when he should happen to suddenly lose his temper? Although they were too big to ride horses, they could run on their long legs almost as swiftly as any horse, especially in a short sprint when attacking in a burst of speed. When they did ride, they were fond of more fitting steeds, such as elephants.
"Was he not terrible to behold?" Nelatha barely breathed, her voice a terrified series of gasped utterances.
"Aye, he is possessed!" Si'Wren agreed readily.
Indeed, he looked every bit of that.
Demon-possessed men had abnormal strength. How much the more so, such a one as this human tree?
With trembling fingers, Si'Wren carefully finished filling another tiny bottle and stoppered it carefully, checking to ensure that it could not possibly leak if accidentally tipped over or upended within some traveler's pouch.
"There," she said softly, still shivering in fear. "Ten bottles."
"So soon?" asked Nelatha, looking over her shoulder and double-checking
Si'Wren's finger-count swiftly.
Si'Wren nodded. "I do good, aye?"
Nelatha, sensing how frightened Si'Wren still was, smiled her approval, and leaned over to hug Si'Wren in a reassuring embrace.