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the inhabitants of the mesa were far more neighborly than what the vagrant was accustomed to. their hospitality an unusual practice, but one perhaps standard in this foreign land.

he paid little attention to the movement caught in the corner of his vision. his nose told him it was another body of their gathering, one he assumed unimportant given the lack of response from those surrounding him. and so his focus remained fixated upon the prince and the questions asked.

"the queen not need bothered unless ya wish her presence here." she was busy, was she not?

as for his intention, "it is my desire to forge a relationship of mutual benefit to us both." well, actually his initial goal had been to climb the mountain, but that wasn't of much importance now. "a business proposal. my services, in trade for what ya see as fair payment."