Re: For Greener Fields
Likely due in no small part to her cautious pace, Alyssa is able to stop the cart, albiet only 10 feet away from the ornate table. Derrick is jostled in the trailer, and Artor sprints a little to make sure he isn't in the way. A cloud of dust envelopes the humanoids and the table, although they do not seem to react to it.
The humanoids lean their heads together, perhaps to confer, although they make no sounds. When they straighten their posture again, the one in the center speaks with an unnervingly broad mouth, flashing pearly green (?) teeth. "Salutations, altered one. This three seeks parley with community royalty. Trade terms are sought." The creature's broken Truth carries an accent unfamiliar to any of you.
From above, somewhere out of view atop one of the massive stones forming this narrow lane, a more proficient speaker in a familiar baritone pipes up. "Well, this is quite unexpected. I'm rather curious how you'll work this out."
The blue ones silently confer again. "Additional parties to be not invited in parley," the center one says, directing his voice upward.
"Oh, I won't interfere. I'm certainly not competition, just a neutral observer."
"Status accepting with non-interference assurance," replies the blue one closest to the rock on the left.