"...Does...That happen often?" Sorroth said in bewilderment. Arkin tapped her on the shoulder and pointed at a small, burning bird that looked something like a duck. "Ah! Thank you, Arkin, we'll need one of their legs for the Hansar. The rest'll be sold." She explained to the two while taking aim with her bow. She released the arrow, it smashing through the creature's skull and dropping it instantly. She went to go get it, saying,"Gotta love Earth-Craft, they really know how to make a bow and arrmow...Hey, if you see any sky-blue berries, pick a few, will you? They're very, very cold to the touch, and we'll need some for the dish. They only grow in the firefields, though, not up here on the rocks, so if its too far to reach, dont burn yourself trying to get it, aye?"