"We are not Very kind to other races in much else we do, that is the same for every tribe I know of, however as a merchant I am a part of a group that is much more involved with other races. We do not have the limitations of heart that cause Sentries and Scouts to be so cold towards others." Haku'gil looked at Onyx warily. "Not that I think I'm better than a Sentry or Scout in any way."

Onyx smiled at him and shook her head. "You have made no offence. I have not come of age yet."

"Oh, really? But you're so..." He trailed off, squinting at her. 

"Mature?" She offered. 

"Somewhat." He went back to smiling at her. "So, you know your path?"

"Somewhat. I have a plan." Onyx looked back to the stone slabs piled on the counter. "So, Haku'gil, what is all this? I seems rather strange to carry around stone slabs to each of the tribes."

Haku'gil's smile grew even bigger, if that's even possible. He took hold of one of the slabs and gently lifted it up, revealing an array of beautiful pressed flowers. "These are my wares, although if you're interested in the slabs I can arrange something for those too."