IC
Seeing the big, pantsless bigbro slig carrying a primitive club, Flurgel sighed. Always the same in every village...All because who he traveled with...He may be born into a species, but surely they aren't all bad, and he had proof of that.
"Damn sligs..." Jurgo muttered, but Flurgel ignored him. They rushed up to the big slig, and Flurgel bowed.
"Hello, good sir, I am here with my pleasant friend, Jurgo..And I am Flurgel, it is pleasant to meet you. We ran into a slig, nikol his name was, or something like that...Anyways, he said we could find lodging here, and I was wondering if me and Jurgo could set up a store here?" he hefted up the big bags on his shoulders.
"We brought all the supplies from the factory.." Jurgo nearly spat out.
"Yes, and we would be glad to sell such things to your people. We have slig pants, fish nets, hunting spears.." He said. "So what do you say? surely if there isn't a spair hut we can set one up ourselves, no?"
He waited calmly for a reply.
OOC
Oh i'm going to edit flurgel's profile a bit. He has a bow.
