Similar to Wind Haven, Valerian hadn't stopped by the Overgrowth on ambassador duties for almost a month now. She knew she should be ashamed - and she was - but not enough to bring her mood down. In fact, it was barely enough to persuade her into coming. She brought another ugly, handmade gift basket, though this one was kind of special because it held a bunch of her own childhood things, like pins to attach to cloth and bags, and old toys that seemed a bit worn out, but still entirely cute. It was odd bringing her own things as gifts, she knew, but these were things she obtained from places near and far. She was sure some collectible freak would find an interest in these things. Valerian also stuffed some trusty booze and a couple of sharp weapons along with her, the more common items.
Valerian sat at the border patiently, lapping at her chest before calling out, "Anybody home? Hawkclan ambassador here."