Cedar crossed his arms, and was getting a little irritated.

He was hungry, and being accosted by too many people, too quickly, outside an area he had subconsciously staked territorial exclusion over, with contradictory demands.

"[color=7bcdc8]Lis'n.  I'd be happy tuh try an' fin'ya somebody--er-- A nice bird ta deliver whate'er ya tryin' ta deliver tuh da castle. But be reason'ble here. Decides what ya gunna do, be sure 'bout it, DEN come sees me, aright?[/color]"

The words came out more cross than he had intended, and he winced inwardly at it. Why was it so difficult to deal with people sometimes, and not others? He didn't understand it. 

"[color=7bcdc8]Uh means... [/color]" he stammered, then sighed.  "[color=7bcdc8]Look, it ain't at hard, and talkin' bout it in da hallway ain't da bes' place. When ya knows what ya want, come tell me, aright? Until den, we's all pluggin' up da hall.[/color]"