"Hm - maybe those are your terms for knife and box." He rummages for wooden tokens, which say 'knife' and 'box'. "Would you like to make an offering today -"

"I'd love to. What's the local custom -"

He walks her through it; without touching the table, she can hang the tokens on an incense stick and make a donation or gift to the temple and he will say prayers for her until the burning stick has dropped both tokens.

She really can't spare the money but doesn't want to offend either the local gods or the local church. She makes her donation.

And he chants repetitively while the incense burns. Segda hides.

Iris thinks pretty highly of the local gods; this place seems pretty together for its level of access to magic. She will respectfully bow her head.

Eventually the tokens have both clunked onto the table. The stranger group has moved on.

She goes to get Segda to head out. "What do you think they'd do if they saw you?"

"They'd want to kill me."

"Because you're mad?"

"Yeah."

"Why would they care as long as you're not bothering them?"

"Because I'm mad."

"Yes, but it's not affecting them."

"They'll kill me anyway."

"I won't let them."

"They'll really really want to. Well. They'll try really hard."

"Why?"

"That's what you do with mad people."

"Even if they're from another tribe and not even their problem?"

"Yes."

"Sheesh."

Segda leans on her.

Hug. "I see why you wanted to leave."

"Dunno if I was mad yet when I ran away."