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Lizardskin has never been one for social graces; in point of fact, the kimeti has made his home territory largely inaccessible to anything but the smallest of snakes and frogs. The only kimeti welcome at any time is his sister, and often Scale will leave her for weeks on end without even so much as a backwards glance. The only companion he seems to tolerate is a small green-and-black watersnake, which currently lies coiled around his neck as he makes his way to collect his order.

He has gorged himself on a nice meal of small, brightly-colored frogs, which may or may not have had an affect on him; as he makes his way to the tree that signifies Drooling Blood's 'marketplace,' his gait becomes slow and sinuous, fluid. Not exactly the way a normal kimeti would walk. It is slow out of necessity, as he sees things in triplicate. Drooling Blood herself is a bright purple smudge against the swamp.

When he speaks, his voice is mildly sibilant and mostly toneless. "Am I disturbing you?"

Nobody comes by at noontime indeed -- unless the kimeti in question is Lizardskin. He has an odd sense of time. And propriety. (In point of fact: he doesn't care.)

He blinks at her with an unflinching expression after she finishes and then shifts his weight. The doe wavers, splits into three, and then becomes one again as his vision clears ... aaah. The blurred vision is always the most annoying side effect of eating the little brightly-colored frogs.

"Of course." The sibilance in his voice doesn't seem like it's from the frogs -- it may just be how he speaks. Everything he does has a studied slowness about it. "Have you anything to offer?" He looked around for a moment at the piles of payment. "I hope I haven't come at a bad time." Patently false, but at least polite.