Luneshale Pass Harou le medina gedida

Soto comes to greet him, Arslan's tail wagging low when he sees the segundo.

Tenemos clientes en la Caldera. He says, a grin painting his face. Las 'moon' manadas creen que son demasiado buenas para green. That was the impression he got, anyways. Bunch of snobs. He shifted the position of his head to show Soto the contents of his pouch; nearly empty. Besides the Caldera he had traded it off to some loners as well.