Sleepy Fox Hollow tiny tin feet on tiny tin soldiers

The man who greeted her was an older fellow, handsome but greyed, and she dipped her head in respect to the other. He introduced himself as Mahler, and she was quick to respond.

I am Mayblossom, a trader from the north. I deal in the tanning, preparation, and sale of pelts. She demurred quietly, giving her fair tail a little wave.

It is nice to meet you, Advisor Mahler. Could you perhaps tell me more of Paleo? It had never been good to be harsh to her elders, and Mayblossom had always been so unerringly polite. Outwardly.