Guest of the Deerkin

Skrod sneered and took a few steps back. "Yeah right. A tiny critter like this is nothing to me. Make sure he keeps to the rules, or the elkkin will be sure to stomp him out." 

"I'll do just that." Throwing up a thumb, Rizz gave him a big, cheeky grin. "I might even stop for a visit. You can never have enough trade partners, for goods or info." 

The mad elkkin raised an eyebrow in intrigue. "Oh? The little critter's got more stuff to trade? We'll be the judge of that, so long as you've got the balls to stand in front of me alone."

As the elkkin man turned to leave, Rizz waved goodbye. "Okay! But if you piss me off, I'm charging triple!"

Skrod's billowing laugh was heard across the settlement. Rizz watched as Skrod crossed what seemed to be a central area around a massive campfire. "Is that his house over there?"