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Rimau wasn't particularly surprised when Naida ignored his rambling requests; she was a busy lady, after all. It seemed like she had more important matters to attend to anyway; a new fellow at the door, for instance.

Taking another puff of his Pipe to calm his nerves and stop any further rambling that morning, he turned his long, scaled neck back to observe the scene that went down at the door. The newcomer that Naida and the dog-eared man welcomed was a rather fancy-looking fellow, and not in a good way. With his ridiculous armour configuration and oversized sword, he just screamed 'compensating'.

"Hmph, greedy bastard..." He mumbled to himself in stern disapproval. "...Look at 'at silly kid, with 'at huge sword an' even huger pauldron. What's the frickin' point of a pauldron if it only protects one arm? I bet all 'at weight is gonna break 'is flimsy arm, an' we can play a game o' swingball with it, heheh..."

Rimau coughed a few times after that little chuckle at the newcomer's expense. He thought that perhaps he was being a little too harsh; after all, you can never judge a book by its cover, a philosophy Rimau often hoped his enemies were ignorant of. All the more amusing when their brains shot out the back of their heads.

Twisting his neck and torso a bit further, he took another look at the Sheep-herder at the table some distance away, busy stuffing his mouth with steak; [i]'Steak, in the mornin'!'[/i] He thought to himself. [i]'What is the damn world comin' to? What sort o' testosterone poisonin' 'as consumed the people o' Ranaamar? Ale an' steak in the mornin', an' oversized pauldrons... no wonder my job's easy. At least the Tarzblik rebels 'ad the good sense to lay low an' all that.'[/i]

Rimau took yet another puff to stop the internal ranting, and it hit him. The Sheep-herder; Felan, he believed he was called; seemed like a reasonable enough fellow under the right circumstances. Maybe he wasn't a fan of his control strategies, sure, but if he knew there was the biggest Wolf the world has ever seen on his land, maybe he'd reconsider his position.

With this in mind, the old Zizz clambered down from his stool and, once again, manuevered through the crowds to the table at which the shirtless man sat. He couldn't help but admire his cleanliness, when you consider his decidedly unclean appearance. Another example of not judging books by covers.

"'Ey, Mister Felan." He began to speak to him curtly, pulling up one of the empty chairs nearby. "Good to see yer 'ere this mornin'. 'Ow's things in the land o' the ol' Sheep? Pretty adventurous career, huh? Like, I bet they could write a good number o' sheep 'erdin' instruction manuals based on- ahh, I'm just messin' with ya, kid."

Realising he might have sounded a little sarcastic, he quickly pulled that last bit in. He attempted to puff on his Pipe again, only to discover the bountiful herbs inside had stopped burning, even though they were nowhere near finished. Grumbling, he took out another match and tried to strike it against his wooden chair, keeping it out of Felan's view so as to not annoy him too much.

"Y'know..." He started again, making some little grumbles as he attempted to light the match again during his pauses. "...I know we've 'ad some... unfortunate encounters in the past, an' it only makes sense. I mean... yer a big-money landowner an' I'm a freelance 'unter, so it's inevitable we'd butt 'eads every once in a good while. Ah! There we go... 'ope y'don't mind."

He inserted that last segment of speech as he finally managed to strike his match, alerting Felan to the re-lighting of his smoking implement. Once he lit it, he drew in some more calm-smoke to increase his focus. This was an important proposition.

"Now, in spite of all I jus' said, I do think that deep down, yer a good kid; a smart kid, an' I know yer'd put these... minor, niggly lil' issues aside for the sake o' the greater good. Is that how y'warmbloods say it, the 'greater good'? Yeah, must be. What am I gettin' 'at 'ere, I can already hear y'askin' in 'at growly voice o' yers? Well, I got me a lil' proposition fer you, kid. An' I think yer'll like it a lot. Like it like... that steak there."