"I would assume that he told everyone not to attack you at least, although I am unsure about the extent of any other interaction he would have specified. The people of my tribe, the ones with golden-brown wings here, might not be as willing to speak to you as much as the people of other tribes because they may feel that you are less obtrusive because they don't live here." Onyx hoped that her explanation made sense, that those living here would rather avoid talking to him because of their distrust.

"Here's one of my favorite stands." Onyx led Tarentek over to a stand that had dried herbs and sculptures made of sweet-smelling wax. Greeting the trader, an old sentry of the Black-wing tribe, Onyx started looking over all of the statues. "Good day Jai'san! How have you been?"

"Good as always, Onyx Bright. Do you see anything you like?" The old trader seemed to notice Tarentek then, and narrowed his eyes at him. "And who are you?"

"Tarentek. If you got here before yesterday you would not have had any warning about him yet, Jai'san. I found him at the sea yesterday at about this time and- Here it is!" Onyx cut off her explanation and picked up a delicate-looking sculpture made of a light brown wax. "You always have a Honey sculpture, it just took me longer to find it today."

Onyx was smiling at herself while Jai'san looked back and forth between her and Tarentek. "Um, you were saying?" He prompted her after a few seconds. "What would I have been warned about?"

"Oh! Right, sorry. You would have been told that Tarentek was found near-death and is staying here to recover, under my watch. You also probably would have been told not to attack him." Onyx put the statue back on the counter and took out her med-pack. "I have my usual supplies with me, what are you willing to trade for the statue and a braid of dried Creosote?"

"A honey-statue and Creosote? Hmm... Two rolls of bandages should be fine." After Onyx had finished her explanation the trader had simply nodded and was now watching Tarentek with curiosity rather than malice. "You remind me of the Karisskan, are you one?"