[center][b]Anunon, Cavalryman
Sotraecan Territory[/b][/center]
Anunon couldn't piece together the subhuman's language, which was simple in pronunciation and sparse in its number of syllables. However, this "Org," as he called himself, had seemingly intended to give away the sacks of fruit. Maybe an offering? A simple gift from a simple creature. Anunon had hoped Org wasn't here to barter; a few butches of berries didn't mean a whole lot to him, and he hadn't the slightest idea what he could provide this fellow. Before he could respond, though, the subhuman had turned away, his spear bobbing as he went back the way he came. 

"Ey, where's the fellow off to? Did he really come all this way just t'leave us some fruit?"

"Seems to me like a peace offering," Anunon remarked. "Certainly didn't want any trouble. I'm curious what the Matriarch will make of this."

The riders promptly tied the sacks of berries to their saddles and rode back to the tribe, leaving the lone humanoid teetering back to wherever he'd come from. Anunon allowed himself a last glance at the subhuman, whistled into the air to catch his attention and took off, waving a palm over his head.

[center][b]Coven of the Matriarch
Heart of Sotraeca[/b][/center]   
"And that's all?"

"Yes, Mistress. Gave us these sacks and took off without a second thought. Didn't mean us any harm, not that he could've done much if he tried."

The Matriarch's eyes lingered on the cavalrymen for a moment before she shrugged her shoulders and eased herself on the top of the stone that was her perch. She was flanked at either side by her two Spellsisters, seated atop similar roosts. The three of them were seldom clothed, save for dark pelts that matched their inky-colored locks, in which were woven totems of bone. Their eyes were shadowed with ash, giving them a sullen visage, and bands of precious metals lined their ivory limbs. 

"They are not like the halflings, nor the ogres," she declared after a minute of contemplation. "It would seem, from your description, that they are far behind even our subhuman allies in their development. It is only natural they be afraid of man."

"Then what do we do about them?" Anunon asked. 

The Matriarch gave the rider a wave of her hand and said, "This one seems to understand the balance of power tips against his favor. We need not do anything - I doubt they would risk the prospect of open combat. But it is only fair we repay this Org for his gift. It would be rude to do otherwise, don't you think?"

 [i]-The next time Org visits the Sotraecan lands, he may find a cart set aside for him, full of linens and furs. Perhaps the first step towards civilization is clothing?-[/i]