She'd managed to get down to the village by the last day, and while the tradespeople had been more than happy to trade her half of a rock gorilla for a variety of interesting items, she'd been too overloaded to really pick anything worthwhile beyond some more nonperishable supplies for Sarai and Dread.

Instead, she was sat at the summit on a picnic blanket knitted in a pattern of white and green flowers, sorting through an armful of novelty souvenirs the shopkeeper had picked out for her when she'd mentioned there were kids in her group. Goathorn headbands, chinchilla masks, colourful information books, even a set of felted dralite wings that would clip onto the back of a shirt. She guessed they were charming, and they'd be a reminder of this world after they left, but she'd been hoping for something a little more... useful.

She huffed, tried on one of the goathorn bands, and started to flick through the Illustrated Guide To Ciyesian Flora. Might as well enjoy the last day.