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The man was willing to exchange food for knowledge! This surprised Skarm but made him very happy. He loved the sound of his native tongue, as it was the tongue of his father and one of the few ways he could honor the man, and stay connected to him.

Rosenskärm can do that! Ja! His tail-tip patted the grass where it lay coiled against his tucked legs. He was soon on his feet again though. It was fortunate that this was the first encounter for Rosenskärm in this realm; if he had worse luck, he'd have gone without any interaction, or perhaps met someone dangerous.

Rey-son, it is good meeting you. He nodded his head as he said this, grinning, and only paused to look upon the fawn carcass. There was a lot of meat left but Rosenskärm was full. He wondered if his new friend would eat and share in the easy bounty or leave it for scavengers.

Perhaps Rosenskärm would linger a while in these woods — even if he could not see the stars so well, there were other things to gain here.