“Evening, gentlemen,” Mangolia greeted cheerfully, gold coinery in hand, he looked at them with wide, earnest eyes.

The Sand Fangs lounged lazily by a gambling table at the square, tossing few bronze coinery carelessly. Their sharp laughter paused as they heard Mangolia's newly adapted innocent voice.

“Could you point me toward… the book guild?” he asked, voice soft, mimicking a clueless child.

He raised his hand to gesture vaguely up the road, the gold coinery resting proudly ...