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Opp te deg om du vil sakte fortsetta denne threaden, eller avslutta an OOCly. Men Conor e velkommen ned på visitt om han ska komma å henta hesten sin etc! 
Dawali nodded silently as Conor urged him to call him by his first name, as well. They were different, the naming conventions of different peoples. This was no surprise, but Dawali felt a large gap between these lands and his own culture. All names had relevant meaning, but here.. not really that much. They had strange sounding names, though he was accustomed to it by now. Still, if his elders had been able to see him now, allowing the male to use only Dawali's first name, they would have been ready with a scolding for him as soon as the meeting was over. But customs needed to be revised when new challenges awaited, and Dawali felt no burden on his shoulders for adapting to this new place in the past two years. The motion of his nod-bow was repeated as the young leader expressed gratitude at Dawali's presence. There was a calm politeness over the young male, and Dawali could easily respect that. "As I am grateful that you will greet me, Conor." The gesture was one anyone who had met him twice or more knew as his formal appreciation. A bod and a nod at once, dignified for a leader without graveling like an underling.
His posture remained calm and he listened intently as Conor followed up, his head bobbing so often to signalize that he was paying attention. Perhaps Dahlia did lack these things, but from what the AniWayan could see, they did not lack land. He had followed their borders for a little distance, looking for a suitable camp, and there was plenty of land to grow crops on. But, most packs did not do this, or so he had understood. "We do keep animals, and our crops were successful - at least this time around," he said, halting for a moment to think. They could certainly trade foods and livestock, but if Dahlia lacked both these things - what could they offer? Conor inquired about his own goals for the trade, and the male waited a few moments before responding. AniWaya had many things, but some of their ranks were downright empty. "We lack craftsmen for the time being, and are growing scarce in tools and weapons, not to mention that some of our buildings need repairs." He took a moment's pause before continuing, taking on a stance that was somewhat vulnerable to the young leader. "We have the materials, but not the hands. Perhaps a trade of tools and weapons?" The quesion hung loosely on his tongue. Or perhaps you could lend us some capable hands to repair our stables? He believed the old buildings were fragile, and an unsafe building to keep animals in. Not to mention how Liliana practically lived there. The idea remained unvoiced. It was perhaps too bold a question for such a fresh acquaintance.