"Valuables, mostly." The lead faun shrugs, rubbing his beard. "The rare inedible mineral that occasionally turns up, things from other planes, even works of art. Then again, the way she acts I'd venture that almost any mineral is edible to her." He laughs.<br/><br/>"We do have someone working on something to appease her, actually. It's not much, but our best artist-" He's interrupted by shouting from one of the side streets, as a panicked young faun rushes towards the assembly.<br/><br/>"Sir! Sir it's a disaster!" The young girl shouts, nearly tripping over herself in her haste. "Another one of those cat-girls got into Bjorn's house! She's ruined the portrait! Bjorn's locked her in the basement, but he's inconsolable!" She pants, coming to a stop a few feet away and turning red in the face from a lack of air. "What are we going to do?"<br/><br/>There's muttering from the gathered crowd at that, a mixture of disappointment and resignation mostly. "Should have figured." One of the fauns complains. "How do they even keep getting in the village?"<br/><br/>"I don't know, but we don't have anything left to give now. That's likely the witch's plan, innit?" The village leader huffs, looking rather irate.