After his announcement on the fate of the Turnip bandits he and his men had gotten to work. First Reinoldus and a few of the more senior soldiers taught the village men some basics in combat. They were by no means a serious force but they could protect themselves until a garrison could be sent from the capital. The village townhouse was appropriated so that the injured could be treated, thankfully there were few in need of such aid. Those lucky enough to come out of the battle unscathed had the "privilege" to do the real work.

The bandits were made to do the serious labor Kallain felt it right that he helped the people of Helcomb start to rebuild their lives. So under the instruction of George (Father of Tamlyn) prince Kallain learned how to measure and cut wood, mend fences, and five new curse words when the man 14 years Reinoldus's senior learned that a bandit had broken his wheelbarrow. By mid day Kallain was drenched in sweat.

Returning to the village for lunch he saw Reinoldus checking his blade while he ate. The Prince grabbed some bread and joined him. The pair talked of small things for a time when they heard a small piping voice calling from down the road, [color=00a99d]Ho! Look!Look! Peoples! Big peoples with shinnys trade peoples please trade with us!"[/color] Yelb merchants. Kal counted 8 of them the largest of them barely reaching his chest while the smallest, a child by his gums, was a little under 3 feet. Each one of them were heavily laden with bags, sacks, and packs. Accompanying the group were 2 tourtis the size of cattle and covered with saddled bags.

Reinoldus smiled he had once told Kallain that his grandfather thought the Yelb were a good omen, and whether you new it or not they always had something in their packs or pockets that you wanted. The village then stopped their busy actions and soon the sound of haggling was in the air. The Yelb were glad for a chance to show off their prized possessions and with the eagerness of children began chatting excitedly to there hostes.

The Yelb carried many rare and useful things. Rich chocolate, Foreign spices, Rhodux wines, bolts of silken cloth, smooth Beachwood, ivory from the coast, Elvish poetry (they couldn't even read the language of man but thought the leaves they were written on was pretty), maps to lands Kal couldn't even pronnounce, and ingots of dwarven steel. However being the very opinionated Yelb they also carried things only the owner found interesting. Empty glass bottles, a jar of sand, a bent piece of tin, sticks and leaves, dried dandelions, a potato larger than its owner, robin eggshells, owl pellets, and of course pebbles of all shapes and sizes.

Kallain watched with amusement when two of the merchants, one of whom was the child, approached him. [color=00a99d]"We lead these Yelb!"[/color] The older creature said proudly. The younger one, by Kal's guess a female, continued, [color=00a99d]The people with the white hair and shiny sword told us that your in charge of the other peoples! And we wanted to show you our prettiest stuff![/color]. 

Not waiting for a response the older one started pointing at his clothes, "This yellow scarf on my head, and my nice blue shirt is the best I own making me a leader!" The girl then tugging on Kallain's hand like an impatient toddler began pulling the prince towards one of their pack animals. "Hurry you need to see people boss come on!" "[color=f7941d]Now see here... hold on... hay![/color]". In all his training as a youth on the courts of the world he was never trained to deal with the Yelb, he now saw why. To understand them you must understand a kid who is still amazed with the wonders of the world. Sleeping inside a recess in the turtles shell was what appeared to be the mixture between a bat and a possum. "[color=00a99d]Watch this.[/color] Kals escorts said in eager whispers. The girl began clicking her tongue softly until the creature turned in its sleep and let out a yawn, but from its throat came a high a beautiful note of music. "[color=00a99d]You should hear her when she awake! She is the best thing Viv owns and we couldn't decide what was better the song bat or my pretty scarf, so we're both in charge![/color]" Said the older of the two.

[color=00a99d]Now we need to show you the most amazing thing we all own![/color] The two pulled down a chest and opened the lid for Kallain to see.