Shirley made herself known to the Tribe of Ol’Lur.
“I’m Shirley, Gang of Ug Mag’og, Great Northern Army, United Tribes of Der’al. I come bearing gifts and asking a favor. Can we talk?”
She held out a box, opened, filled with strange tea leaves, her hands wrapped in strange, living leaf wrappings around her fists holding the box. Behind her a retinue of Ur Rhugs, 7 in number, each looking rather uncomfortable.