/DAMNILLHAVETOCUTYOURHAIRTOTAKEIT/ si si si! I love feathers! I have a whole box full of them! Can I see the rest?
/TOUCHMYHAIRANDYOUCANMEETMYWOLVES/ [smiles a little and nods, reaching around behind him to pluck the one that is stuck to his quiver.] This one is from an eagle. You can have it if you want…!
Really really? Grazie! /hugs him tightly before taking the feather/ It looks weird, not like the eagles back home.
Really? How do they differ? [makes a face as he plucks yet another from somewhere on his person, expecting it closely and carefully.] Are they not Bald Eagles were you’re from?