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machiaaah... iianas voice off-kilters with a drag, her smile twisting from pain as she struggles to pronounce the man's name. such a peculiar name, the people of the desert come up with lots of interesting names.. she flashes a panicked grin after a forced giggle. iiana! my name is iiana, sir!

she clears her throat and follows the man's gaze. the trades. she glances at him to see what he carries. mhm! heard all about you guys. very fancy, very rich. she's never even heard of such a thing as a palace, but it must be very important. and two territories, one just for when the fah-row — whatever that is — wants to take a vacation, it makes iiana's brows nearly lift off her skull at it all. she prays that if she were to be reborn, it would be as one of these rich, fancy wolves.

bah.. don't worry about proper manners, sir! we're all friends down here! she bumps his shoulder gently before prancing over to the mounds of treasure. anything catches your eye, mister?