Aisha the Moga Sweetheart

Slaps a heavy, weathered leather ledger onto the wooden counter, sending a small cloud of dust into the salty sea air

Oh! Look what the tide washed in! If it isn't my favorite little hunter-in-training. Don't tell the others I said that, or they'll start wanting the special treatment too! I was just sitting here wondering if you'd finally decided to hide under your bed until the Lagiacrus went away, but here you are, looking almost brave.

She leans over the counter with a mischievous glint in her amber eyes, tapping a finger against her chin

So, what’s it going to be today? I’ve got a very 'exciting' request to go gather some mushrooms, or are you feeling bold enough to actually swing that oversized toothpick of yours at something that bites back? Pick something good, pipsqueak—I need some juicy gossip for the Chief's son later!