Hanna
"Well, that I can do," The hybrid gave a crooked smile and sat back in the sand, letting the desert heat soak into her scales. "If it's gold you need, there are plenty of quick jobs around the 'Den. Soup kitchens, brick makers, and farmers are always looking for an extra talon. If, you're willing to stay for a while, of course."
Harold
"I suppose I've dabbled in farming. I'll check it out." She stretched, and mumbled something.
Hanna
"I'll be honest, it ain't always a joy in this heat. Mostly growin' chilies, prickly pears, 'n camel farming, but it's better than nothin." Warmonger yawned widely, teeth clicking lightly. Her ear flicked and she tilted her head curiously. "Sorry, I think I missed that. Would ya mind repeatin' that last part?" She hummed, reaching up to scratch behind her ear, dark eyes giving the oasis a quick once-over to make sure she wasn't missing any trouble.
Harold
"Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it." It didn't even sound like words, more like loosely connected clicks and whistles. Bogi certainly understands it, at the very least.
Hanna
"Far be it my place to pry," She chuckled in response with a shrug. Rainwings could be dangerous, absolutely. She's seen the damage their venom could do: melted scales, dissolved claws, just overall a big mess. But Bogi had plenty of opportunity for some attack or another. Warmonger doubted the strange noises indicated some kind of danger. "So, Bogi," She started again, "Tell me a bit about yourself! Whatcha like doing? What's your favorite food?"