Ben:
Tireg may be from a back woods, rustic place, but that makes it more likely, not less, that he knows people who talk to animals. People in the big cities don’t need the talent nearly as much. In fact, he knows at least one quite well…
“Philus’s daughter Fica… Philus is the cleric of Mercury who lives up the hill. She’s a cleric too, but she’s dedicated to.. Diana, I think. And she talks to animals, and she has a ferret she calls inkspot, it's pretty smart."
Tireg makes her smile with this comment, a knowing smile.
"Scrumff thinks I'm his woman. Its a complicated relationship. Emotionally I am attached to him, but I also need companionship of a two legged variety." She playfully bumps his hips with her own,
"If you get my meaning."
While they are walking she tactfully steers him around the merchants fair. She keeps his attention on her so that he won't realize they are actually heading in a big circle, eventually taking them back to the elven clothier.
"So your strong, have horse sense, and you don't mind a girl with an unusual bloodline. What are your flaws, then. Be honest everyone has them."
Ben:
Rural people have a very peculiar take on the world. To them, everyone they know is a celebrity. In the string of villages Tireg calls home, "everyone" knows who Philus and Fica are. And most will know who Tireg is.. at the very least, as "Walchau the smith's eldest".
And here, they are unphased by magic, or talking to animals, or Fey blood... because they live on the fringe of the Ardennes. It's out there, and it's no use pretending it's not, so you just take it into your life, and live with it. All it means to Tireg is..
"So you can do magic?"
He was still trying to to push her to talk about herself. She wasn't trying to obfuscate, merely wanted to hear about him, she knew all about herself already.
"When the occasion calls for it I can perform a feat or two. I am not a wizard, though. I rely on my blood for my magic."
As they "find" the clothier again she stops him, feigning surprise. She goes over to the one she has her heart set on. Now its time for a little trap. Women have been manipulating men for centuries...for their own good of course.
"Its so lovely. Don't you think I would be gorgeous in it?" Trap set. If he says yes, he is 3/4 the way to obligating himself to buy it for her. If no, then she has ample reason to pout and perhaps look for more encourage-able companionship. Her mother always warned her about these situations.
If you want a mouse or man to fall into your trap you must lure them. Cheese works on mice, and you know what works on men.
She turned back facing him, giving him a coy smile,
"Wouldn't you want a gorgeous woman on your arm for the wedding? I know you think I look nice now, but can you not picture me in it? Oh I would feel so feminine." She pretends to stare off into space, her fingers running from her throat down just to her cleavage.