“Not a lot of Nals?” Sari’yas repeated, looking at the wolf while her head tilted.
“But dear wolf, I am barbarous scorpion lady, not green lady, lemme be barbarous then!” she said, evidently amused.
“More seriously, how could I establish long beneficial relationship without showing respect to new partners? Especially when they live so short, better establish good relations from the start, ‘cause you won’t have much time to correct it. And then, your good or bad behaviour will be told to their next generation, making trade much easier- or harder. I choose the positive long term, for myself and my clan.”
She looked again at the wolf statue, observing the details. “And this is really nice work. Skill is to be acknowledged.”
As Boki’s cart arrived –and yes, it was “her” Boki from Raveran, not someone with the same name- and he greeted her, Sari’yas gave a impish smile to Trinita.
“See? I can get you and your friends a free ride with one of this hume village’s most important figure just by showing correct attitude in the past, it works!”
She then, not losing time, greeted in turn the emberi merchant and his family, using an Aqrab salute she hoped they remembered. “Greeting to you, Boki of Emberis, pleased to see your business is healthy and your family well! The wolf here seems to have a little fever, must be Sun too harsh on him, I would be grateful if you could give him a little ride to the village. We don’t want our pretty medic wolf sick, do we?” as if nothing, she gave one more look to him, checking his reaction, to know if she could still tease him a bit or if it was crossing some line to his pride.
“And well met, Mika’yalh of Illhar’dro Clan.” Sari’yas felt torn between playing the Illhar’dro’s game, so she would fail in her work and be remplaced by an Aqrab artisan, or trying to establish good contact with this one.
“Sari’yas of the Aqrab’akkar, you can trust Boki here to be good help. And then, you’ll worth rice to feed your people a while, tools for your clan, and trust. It is far from being poor consideration.”
Saying so, she headed to her own small cart, putting carefully her present on it and slapped very slightly the donkey yoked to the cart. "Ya go, surfacemere!Ya go!"