<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/223/f/6/Redhead_by_Chibiche.png)</div><br/>The way Justine spoke surprised her, though when she thought back to the tavern, it oughtn't have.<em>I suppose </em>and<em>I suspect, </em>these were declarations of feelings, an empathic appeal. Justine seemed to be a peacemaker. This was a fine way to coexist in the rival tribes of man. There were no concepts in the Goblin language for such sentimentality, there was no vocabulary. A goblin song came to her mind,<em>We be goblins, you be food, </em>and she considered the cloistered Bell over her shoulder. Her smile was fierce; it belonged on a fox.<br/><br/>"Captain Isaac, the scions of Oinari are born pioneers. The day I sit idly is the day I curl up in my nine tails and surrender my spirit for a new kitsune to be born. Moonlight towers and mysteries the heavenly foxes must have seen, for Oinari guided my hand to pack these." Again she withdrew the small bag. "These, fairy seeds."<br/><br/>"Rare and special are star indigo plants, which glow in resonance with the full moon. Its magnificent flowers will do wonders to beautify New Hearth and improve the morale of its people, but what's more, forewarn you of the coming of such a moonlight tower." Nimble fingers juggled the pouch with movements the eye could not possibly follow, like a magician's trick. "And I would gladly give them to you, in exchange for... mm... what comforts you can afford."