The Olive Branch
You approach a grove of trees, having heard of a tiny but wonderful shop full of the rarest of treasures and pretty little trinkets anyone could afford.
As you wonder what you will find, you stumble upon an unfamiliar rosette lioness with a mottled sandy coat who gazes back at you from her seat behind a wide stump, gleaming with tempting items. Her amber eyes gleam out at you as you sidle closer.
"Hello there, stranger," she says in a honey-sweet voice, flicking her tail at you. "Come to have a look at our treasures? Feel free to ask about any of them. Perhaps you don't have the beetles to afford them, and you have something else we might be interested in." Her gaze narrows, making you shift a bit nervously. "But please, don't be shy and stay as long as you'd like."
She sighs to herself as though she's glad to have made it through that speech successfully and steps back, letting you ogle the items for sale.
