[Emery kneels on the floor, hands on his knees in a very prim pose.

The Hob looks over at Zelgadis at the remark, and blinks, hesitating for just a moment. Though he may have heard of the fuckshit situation, seeing it is another! Still, the Hob rallies quickly enough.

"The elder of Hepsby Spring was quite angry."]

We're sorry to hear that.

["It's going to be quite awkward whenever we pass through next."

No doubt. Emery decides not to let the Hob go on too much about how the two of them have damaged the reputation of the Yakak Caravan in favor of cutting to the chase.]

I heard you had a request for me? Some way we could help pay you back, maybe?

[The Hob smiles. Emery thinks. It's a little hard to tell, the lips get lost in all the wrinkles and creases.

"As it happens, our booth has been understaffed lately. Have you any experience in sales?"]

Ah- Yeah, actually.

[Emery casts Zel a quick sidelong glance, wondering if Zel has any protests about this.]