Gasha remained stoic and observant as the sheriff had come over. She began to bumble when the Sheriff addressed her. "I um am not..." But the real Jaydeen had chimed in and saved her from social ruin again. She liked it but shouldn't get use to it. She mumbled another "Thanks." To him as the sheriff left. Gasha did feel a slight ping of jealousy when the sheriff had flirted with the real Jaydeen, but she surpressed it. Gasha was not quite herself today and wasn't sure of her emotions. She needed to be back out in nature and meditate on things.
She did not care for the bounty. Gasha knew of other ways to survive without money. "It seems you are a bounty hunter of some sorts?" She asked trying to make conversation again.
That was when goblin heads started to talk. She was taken aback. She just shook her head. All of them began to speak that strange language again. "It is going to be hard going forward. Since most of us can not understand both of these languages." She rubbed her head trying to think of a solution.
"I have a place that I could take us. It is only a few hours ride. Not many people come by there." The lease Gasha could do would be to offer her home and a meal. If at least to give them a slight respite while they figure out what's going on. She might not be much of a fighter but she could provide a safe haven.