Killers Revealed

Seeing the blade, Tarmen had a split second to make a move. He had a suspicion that his captors had been behind the murders, but seeing it in action brought an anger to his mind.
While it was a relatively recent rule of his, killing the poor had always left a bad taste. Now it was something he couldn’t stand. No point in it, for one. Also being aware that it was a harmless child wandering the desert, these people had to be sick, even if it was under orders.
Shifting himself into a crouch despite the cramped pain in his shoulder, he doubted she would understand him or even try to listen. Maybe her fear of him would startle her enough to realize the real peril, but he called out nonetheless before forcing his weary legs into a run.
His grasp on the language was still rough and he couldn’t remember at the moment if it was the right one, maybe being the dwarf tinkerer’s tongue, maybe being utter nonsense. He refused to just let the girl be murdered in any case, regardless of how he sounded.
“Intani!”*

* Metal, often used to describe raw material instead of any worked product.