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Xan had replied with a mere shrug, knowing not what he'd do in return for a meal. "You name it, I'll do it," he'd eventually said, figuring the trade was fair enough. Of course, he only imagined basic tasks—such as bringing some sort of inland prey in exchange, or helping to track down something that had been lost.

The boy had kept still whilst watching her walk off, and was unusually patient with his waiting. It had been good in the end, too, for she'd come back soon enough with a crab in her mouth. Of course, he'd sniffed at it a few times to ensure that there wasn't anything wrong, which had made him wrinkle up his nose. No matter, the scent did not warn him off for very long, and he'd soon managed to work enough of the meat out without a single word having been said. It was only after he'd eaten what he'd been able—and discovered that he rather liked the taste—that he'd looked back to the stranger. "Not a taste I was expecting," he'd noted, having no complaints to share afterwards. "Okay, so what do you want?" Xan was, perhaps, a little too eager to fulfill his end of the deal, but only because he didn't like the idea of being in debt to someone.