[ As he speaks, Ciri's interest seems to grow keener. She leans forward, drink pressed between her palms, elbows on the table. Her head tilts, a smile beginning to tug at her lips. Growing into a satisfied smirk.

She ignores the comment about the water. Not relevant or interesting anymore. ]

Chance has smiled upon you tonight, Merchant.

I hunt creatures like that regularly outside the city, precisely for supplies to clients like you. I take contracts on commission, as well. If you need ingredients from the beasts in the desert, I can procure them for you.

For a fee, of course. Or an equitable trade.