[Oran rolls his shoulder in a shrug and casts a second look at that sweet face. He really shouldn't be sizing up someone so new to the island, but it's difficult not to.

As they make their way up towards the dunes and a pair of robots that are processing offerings, Oran gives him a grin.]

If the soft trades paid so well back home, I certainly wouldn't be putting my tail on the line against thugs and trolls... but I don't know. I haven't been treating it like it's just a currency. That's not nearly as fun.