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He really couldn't help it, honestly. Siban chuckled as he watched from behind the stall that he had claimed to sell his goods. His brother Buhka had joined him in this endeavor as the Renfair usually did, and was sitting on a stool in his feral form. The poor man was being quite particular about how he displayed his baked goods- some of the confections were made as gifts for those who bought any merchandise from Siban; Jewelry, clothing, and other fun little decorative pieces all made from cloth, shells, and other sea- familiar materials, there was even some jewelry obviously carved from bone. Most might find that disgusting, but Siban was intent on never wasting a single piece of bounty that they took from the land. Siban's creations aligned the stand and hung from the supports of the tent to show their best light, catching the eye of any potential customer that would look curiously at Siban's hard work. "Buhka, my dear brother, you've edged that plate of cupcakes to