49 Chief Kert of the Deerkin

"We don't make them often. But we have made them when they're requested or ordered." Gillee's eyes wandered about the table. Almost immediately, she overlooked the baboon as her gaze froze on the scattered herbs in front of Rizz.

"Those are boulder lilies!" 

Blinking, Rizz looked down at his small pile of herbs. His mind started racing yet again. But he played it cool by rubbing his three earrings. "That's what you call these things?" 

"And those are snowtails!" Rising out of her seat, both of her hands slammed onto the table. "You've got lily flowers and bulbs, along with snowtails and those three gems! Where did you find all of that without getting yourself killed?!"

"Be calm, my daughter." 

A slow, aged voice pierced the woman's shouts.

Gillee pulled her hands up in shame, blushing under her furry cheeks. "F-Father. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be so loud. I was just too surprised, I guess."