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Artisan smiled coyly in Ashen Sky's direction without ever taking eyes off the lead Shark Spirit. "The friend of my friend is my friend... usually. Besides, Fakharu is surely well enough known that Sikunare has heard of it already. Regardless we weren't hired for our tact or... lack thereof." His dark red eyes shot a tired look at Astrid who seemed to be entirely ignoring the conversation Ashen and him were pointedly having. With a bored tone, he finished off, "Let's pay our respects and be on our way without saying something unnecessary."

The Spirit carrying the trinkets started to make his rounds and Artisan quickly undid his heavy armor with a swift practiced routine. He made a curious note of Lux thinking ahead to have a favored offering for the Storm Mother, but that was a line of questioning better saved for when they were alone.

When the spirit came to him, he graciously accepted one of the cowry shell necklaces. The necklace made a curious noise of shell against shell as he appraised the trinket, but before he came to a final conclusion, that feral Lunar Chieftain quietly put on her necklace and without a word dove into the water. Artisan feared he'd never find out if she was just crazy or sporting a death wish, but she seemed fine so the necklaces probably weren't trapped.

He turned to look at the remaining Exalts gathered about, before settling his gaze on Lux and Ashen Sky. Putting a finger to his temple in a thoughtful gesture, and growing quiet for a few seconds before suddenly exclaiming. "Lord Ashen, Lady Lux; you both make the necklaces seem… fitting, though I can’t quite say how... "

Taking a few moments to ensure everyone had put on their talismans, Artisan smiled, ”Well put Sir Nimin; and rude is not something we can afford right now. To that end, maybe we should all say a prayer or thanks that Lux saw fit to bring a gift?” The deathknight was going to say a bit more, but Astrid’s voice, which was very quickly becoming one that was very stressful to hear, interrupted his train of thought.

”If the lot of you don't shut up and get in the water, I WILL meet with the Storm Mother myself.” A mix of amusement and horror went through Artisan when he heard her declaration, ”As I would rather have a drunken Raksha represent us, I’m going to make sure she does not."