Meeka listened curiously to the small man, a gnome to be more precise. His title and position sounded rather 'prestigious' as he had put it, and he seemed to carry himself with his pride on full display. It took her away from the music she was contentedly listening to, using it to calm herself, but she didn't seem to mind it so much. She did however, decide to go first before she became to shy to do so after everyone else.  She stood and gracefully gave a small bow to the room as she introduced herself. [color=FA8072]"My name is Meeka Halsey. I hunt to help supply fresh meat and ingredients for my father's restaurant, Belle's Kitchen, though I can't quite say I am much help with cooking,"[/color] she admitted a bit sheepishly. [color=FA8072]My father, Morton, should have been joining us, but he had to se to some paperwork to have us settled in the living quarters and to establish our stand in the market,"[/color] she explained. [color=FA8072]"I apologize that he hasn't been able to make it in yet, but is a pleasure to meet all of you. I hope that I will be able to help wherever I can."[/color] She then bowed once more and took a seat, her heart racing. That was a lot tougher than she had thought! She hoped  her stage fright didn't show too much, she believed that she made it through all right. If only her dad was here, he was much better at talking with people. What if they thought she was too stiff? She tried to calm down and concentrate on the music again if Eshima was still playing.

	Eshima, on the other hand, may have started to feel a familiar disturbance in her chest. Or rather.... under it. She would be able to feel something working up from under her cleavage and then through it, till at one point, a struggling arm seemed to pop out... followed by another.....then two more. They did their best to part her bosom to where if Eshima looked down she would be able to see two orange glowing eyes contorted with concentration as a small creature struggled to pull itself up. There was a small high pitched chirp of frustration as the small strange creature pulled through. It chirped a greeting to Eshima as it got its upper half through, nuzzling her for a moment before pulling it's two legs up, a thin rope hooked onto it. It looped the rope around one arm and started pulling with the other three as suddenly a small drum popped out from Eshima's cleavage as well, the little imp squeaking in surprise as it did. It stumbeled back, nearly falling off Eshima's chest as it grabbed ahold of her shirt as if hanging off a cliff ledge, the drum slung behind it and luckily not pulling her shirt down. It scurried back up and then plopped itself right in the middle of her chest, now seeming content. It set the drum in front of itself, using it's legs to hold it and tapping on the drum to test its sound with one of its four hands.

	The forest tinker looked around the room at all the others with wide nocturnal eyes, the slightly dim lighting perfect for it, before it gazed back up to Eshima, its head looking upside down to her as it looked straight up. [color=FF8C00]"Shiima Shiima! Kitchi [abbr=play too?]lehhav kiri?[/abbr]"[/color] the tiny voice asked.