Clouds threaten to the North
Kenyan replies, "Thank you, good citizen. This lady has been crucial in turning back an incursion of Morsvoldians. No threat remains, thanks to her. Feel free to mention this when you talk at ease and swop tales with others." He holds the older merchant's eye for a moment. "Please accept this," and throws the man a small draw-string pusr that clinks. (It contains minor coinage, enough for about two dozen drinks.)
With a nod he dismisses the man and moves his companions to be speedily on their way. "Mustafa, take point, please. No one dies today, but we are to keep moving."