"Get back you little varmints!"  Quinta snaps as she shoos away a flock of kids.  Two take the place of every child she drives off, of course.  A hopeless batttle, but she stays in good temper.  Children don't bother her, she rather likes them in fact.<br/><br/>"Fiera, what are we gonna do with this bird-thing?  Any naturalists in town you know of who'd want a fairly intact specimen?  The other goods I suppose we can sell to neighborhood merchants."