Ah, Squalo. Well met. [Randvi reaches forward and clasps his elbow briefly, her people’s version of a handshake]

[Even if there were a hundred women here, she probably wouldn't pass for most of them in her roughly spun shirt and deerskin leggings. She's planning on cleaning today so she's not wearing her bracers, sleeves pushed to her elbows revealing the dark rings of tattoos around both arms. A blue water bottle, her radio (with a cute palm tree case), and a child’s red plastic pail hang from her belt by fishing line]

Thank you for the gifts. The fur you brought us reminds me of a bear we have in Norway. Did you see the creature it came from?