There was little reason to remain in the shack now that the grippli and florid had conferred. Little practical reason, rather. The snacks. Well, the snacks were very tempting.
Nekgen catches onto the sudden lull in conversation. He barely has the presence of mind to stop himself from gorging on food, snapping to attention.
Hrhghrm-ahrrhm. Hrrrm! He rumbles, choking down some dried mango and almonds.
That sounds like a plan! The now clear-throated minotaur shouts, a loud attempt at faking that he had been paying attention over mindlessly horking down food. It was hardly convincing, what with all the crumbs and saliva he was still wiping off his face.
Nekgen makes his way towards the door, eyeing the jerky longingly.
Thank you for your hospitality, shaman. It will be reported and recorded for all to know, this I swear.OOC:
I am assuming that this list is ambiguous and Buan and I have some adventuring to do outside, to acquire the goods?