Moonspear great-aunt

his eyes widened, became somehow brighter. "you are a trader indeed, alaric," chakliux said with true feeling. this was a wealth of things. he wished he had more to offer, more to barter for the fine things he wished to offer nasamik for their lodge.
"three talismans, then. one for sleep. one for hunting. and one for love," he jested, though this one had been carved from rabbit-bone and had a small glistening stone daubed to one end with pitch and saliva.
he had worked with that close to him. he crouched, wondering if alaric would agree.