"Huh, even in the middle of nowhere competition is bound to rise," he muttered to himself. "Take a look around you. I'm sure you could throw a stone and wherever it lands I'm sure you can park your rig. Just avoid going near the blacksmith's place. Things were a little heated earlier." Brom looked back at Akigatsu who was now sitting on the grass with a dumbstruck, slack jawed expression on his face as he looked at a homeless dwarf that looked like he had stardust fly up his nose one too many times.. "Well, seems like he cooled down at least. Like into the negatives."

"Anyway, my name is Brom and she is..." The dwarf looked up at the elf with a look of realization that he never asked her for her name. "Well, she can introduce herself. Once you're done with parking your cart, come back over and help us process this rice. Those who don't work don't get to eat."

The dwarf could feel another pair of eyes staring at him and he turned around to look at the strange old man that had just kinda appeared out of the aether looking at him judgingly. "Uh, hello. Can we help you?"

Oh, now that was a spectacle. Chickenmancy? The way the sudden magic display seemed to completely disorient the dwarf from the earlier spat was.. rather comical, honesty. “He popped, and all the pressure came out.”

The elf gave a chuckle as the dwarf went to offer her name, only to realize he didn’t have it. She smiled, offering a nod of her head in a meager bow, “Niara,” her offering readily filled the void where the absence of her name had been. “I’m not sure how much this will come out to, but I’m sure it’ll be useful for something. I’m glad our friend there, ah.. Yingmei, brought proper farming tools. I’ve only things for gardening, fool me.” She chuckled, willing to count it as a good fortune, and not a near disaster.

“As Brom says, take your pick, deary. I’m sure, as we all get settled in, we can work out the best place for it, but I think things may yet be a touch too chaotic to say for sure. An inn, you said? Hmm.. we may have use for those wheat seeds, yet, even without that mill.. The shy girl over there is a farmer, see her? The one with the chicken - the.. white one," she glanced over her shoulder at the.. chickenmancer.. that had just summoned blue chickens. "We just came from a successful search for farmland. An inn needs food and drink, right? I’m sure she could use your support next time she goes out.”

“But! We’ve called first dibs on you, good sir.” She laughed again while she continued to process the rice, as Brom had shown her, “don’t run away from helping with tonight’s meal, now.”