"Traders... We... We're traders, Leksen and me! We..." Waine waves his hand vaguely. As he relaxes, he starts

"Traders... We... We're traders, Leksen and me! We..." Waine waves his hand vaguely. As he relaxes, he starts to babble. "We usually come to visit the local mage, bring him food, and he gives us magic trinkets in exchange."