Hukah keeps playing, knowing that if Monks were involved, it was best to make sure only one Dragon-blood was involved at a time in case anything came of it.

After a few more moments of talking, the Terrestrial turns back to listen to your music, whispering something in the ear of one of his companions. The man that spoke to him wanders back into the crowd of villagers and is lost.

As you continue to play your music, Cheeky is suddenly off your shoulder and on the ground, rolling around with a ferret. It doesn't seem like it is attempting to cause any harm, simply... well, you're not sure. It looks like it might be trying to play with Chikiboro. Needless to say, the singing has stopped.

Hukah quickly wrapped up the song, as Cheeky never liked being interrupted en chorus and was going to be in no mood to continue once he pried the ferret from his fur and pushed it away. He bowed to everyone and then excused himself through the crowd to the remaining Dragonbloods. He gestured them all to group together and pulled a handful of blunts from inside his shirt. Other villagers took notice and also grouped around, including a few guards nearing the ends of their shifts. Hukah grinned and produced another fistful of product from his sleeve and gestured as he spoke.

"I really hoped you enjoyed the show, it's the least I could do for such impressive company." He began in the practiced grateful tones he always used when dealing with Dragon-blessed. "Now, I'm sure you noticed the revelry coming from the smoky tavern across the way, yes? Well, that's due in part to the special species of Marijuana that I ALONE grow and sell. Here you are..." He began handing out samples in liberal portions to all those within reach. "Take a few of these with you, try out my product whenever you get the time.... If you find you like it more than your current Supplier, just send a messenger to Nexus and have them point you to the Anashot Greenery, everyone there knows where that is, and we'll be sure to hook you up with some more."

He grinned broadly during his speech, at home in the midst of a crowd like a chimp in a forest. "If you're looking for a more longterm arrangement, we may be able to work it out to have a team of Tenders start a Greenery in your own town! How's that strike you, eh?" He even managed to foist the three pipes he had brought with him onto the two frontmost guards and the Dragonblood in plain clothes. He chuckled happily. "Now, remember to tell your friends where you got these from when they inevitably ask what the delicious scent is wafting from your pipe!" He smiled and nodded quickly. "I do hope you enjoy it as much as my performance! But I must go, I have a few matters to attend to before my Muse strikes me next..."

Cheeky, having finally dislodged the ferret, hopped across the crowd and positioned himself back on Hukah's shoulder. "Ta!" With that, he left the Dragonblood host in high spirits and with a good feeling that he would have at least one foothold from that heavy distribution of product. At the very least, the guards may have a word.... He knew from second-hand experience that guards need to relax, too, and that a barracks makes for VERY good income, no matter the size of the militia. He simply worked his way about the crowd for now, pausing to pick up and return his collection tankard after emptying it into a pocket and then heading back out to wander the streets.

After dispensing of copious amounts of weed and making your hurried speech, you begin mingling with the crowd. You take note that both the guards and the Dragonblessed have stuffed the blunts into their robes, the guards going back to their posts till their shifts are over before indulging in extra pleasures. The Terrestrials whisper among themselves for a few more moments before departing quickly without so much as a word praising your performance.

The crowd is greatly joyed, some humming the tune of your song, others still standing where they were, talking amongst themselves. The draining effect of the singing apparently has gone completely unnoticed by these folks as many of them walk up to you with words of praise and encouragement. Some even offer coin explaining that they weren't able to make it to the front to tip you before the performance was prematurely ended. Most ask for continued or repeat performances in the future.

Looking around, you have no idea where the ferret or the card-playing man went. You assume he is still among the crowd somewhere, but you simply aren't able to locate him easily should you look as the villagers are crowding around you far too much to get a good view.

Most of the villagers who received a sample of your product have lit it and begun creating another low-hanging cloud of smoke in the street. Even with the setback, things seem to be going quite well so far.

Regain 2m for the successful +1 die Stunt.

Hukah smiled and chatted with the crowd forming around him, promising a repeat sometime in the near future, hinting strongly at a possible Spring Market concerto but not denying rumors of more shows locally. He placed all the gathered currency in the various places on his person he keeps his money as he spoke and laughed with the people around him, never missing a beat of any of the conversations he was in.

As you talk with some of the many villagers surrounding you, a hand clasps yours, leaving a coin in your palm. Looking, you recognize the card player smiling broadly.

"Prelude to Third Movement, by Auspicious Verticies of Aethers wasn't it?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye. "A very difficult piece, and I've not heard it played better in my years." he said with a slight Realm accent.

With his free hand, he idly pulled out another small handful of coins, mostly cheap currency, probably enough for a good meal, but not much more.

"The first was just a tip, but I do feel sorry my little pet interrupted your performance." he grimaced "I really have no control over him. Alas, he grew on me."

From his shoulder, the ferret twittered a little as the man cast his eyes on Cheeky.

"Your furry friend however, is something special. I've never even heard of anything but a bird being trained to sing. Where on earth could you have gotten something like him...?"

Hukah and Chikiboro blinked slowly at the man for a few moments, then looked at each other as though asking each other what the man was talking about. Suddenly, the last few minutes rushed back to the surface of Hukah's thoughts. "Oh! Why...thank you." He said, his smile popping up into place quickly as he accepted the coinage and tucked it away in a sleeve. He had almost forgotten that sometimes Cheeky's songs had a sideeffect of seeming to sound like actual composures listeners had heard before. Cheeky looked more proud than Hukah did, as it was he that had sang and was thusly the one being praised, but it was a bit difficult for anyone unfamiliar with Tree-singers to notice. Hukah quickly noted the Realm accent and did a peripheral once-over to judge this man's merry-making tendancies to weigh him as possibly profitable.

Cheeky's tail curled about Hukah's neck securely as the man's gaze fell on him. He was always uncomfortable around people looking at him while he wasn't doing anything for attention. Probably another bit of Instinct from Tree-singer hunting strategy. Hukah smiled and reached up to pet the little quasi-lemur assuringly. "Ah...well, I was out in the Forest one day and Chikiboro here found me while I was playing my flute to pass some time..." Hukah stated cheerily.

Of course, this was a half truth. He HAD been playing the Flute, yes, but he had been in the Deep Forest resting from his Trials when a lone Tree-singer wandered up to him and began singing a harmony to his melody. One of the elders came over and notified him what species of strange lemur was singing with him and told him that they usual sang to hypnotize and eat prey, but the fact that this one wasn't using the Power of its song meant that the Tree-singer considered Hukah a kindred spirit of a kind. And the rest, as they say, is history.

"Ah, a pity, not exactly charitable of me I know, but nonetheless such creatures would fetch astounding prices as pets." he sighed and smiled.

"Shame then that there's no real way to get more but go hunting in a forest, bit out of my budget. My thanks nonetheless, Mr. Anashot" he said.

A faint twinge near his eyebrow was the only show of the frown that Hukah had reflexively suppressed at the mention of someone hunting Tree-singers. Cheeky scowled openly and growled slightly, moving himself closer to Hukah's head in a protective gesture. Again, Hukah's hand went to his furred friend in comfort as he spoke to the man again. "I doubt there are many more, if there were, Chikiboro would have known about them and been living with them instead of finding me that day..." He lied convincingly, hoping to destroy even the notion of venturing towards both the Tree-singers' habitat and possibly the Eastern Elders.

Social Attack: Manip + Survival to convince him that there are no Singers to be found in the Forest.