Meadowlark Prairie No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold

Cicero followed the female with his eyes as she moved past him. He turned to look at her as she sat down and started to lick her lips, it seemed. Cicero did not know for sure if there was anything bad in there; he'd tried out a new plant, and for all he knew it may as well have no effect whatsoever.

He approached at a distance, keeping his distance and eventually calling out, "Do you... Do you have a pack?" He looked up at her and submissively licked his lips as he did, hoping she would feel obliged to answer his question.