"Well obviously." She says severely but quickly softens at the non-ranger's bow. She rubs her hindmost legs together yielding an opening note like a violin. "I am Tyg-Titter-Tut and this is Perlivash."
She fumbles in her pack for a moment, and pulls out a bar of soap. "I have this lovely smelling soap to trade for his paper." She sniffs it and smiles at the pretty scent.
More discussion. Then a pause.
"Oh and what does it taste like then? Do you have enough to share?"
Zokon Santyev wrote:
On an Impulse Zokon loudly exclaims while looking up into the trees to the north
"Eastern or Southern Sky herring!"
And actually Sniffs the tiny cricket lady haughtily. "I believe there is no 'Eastern' sky-herring it being too dry in Casmaron for them. The question should be phrased: Avistani or Garundi. Really, what sort of ranger are you?"