Hirou had been very, very pleased to receive their copy of 'Girawn, Sion, Calypho: Pain as Guide and Servant,' by Velok of Toola. The aspects of Force application were completely academic for the little Nezumi, but they had spent hours pouring over the pages. They had started reading of course in basic, but the beautiful script and illustrations had drawn them to start learning the Kissai dialect. It was slow going- Hirou wasn't as young as they used to be, after all, but with the help of [member="Darth Saarai"] and the side by side translations, the Nezumi had been so proud to be able to finally do their third read through of the text with the basic pages completely covered. They had borrowed the second in the series, 'To Pass Unchallenged: The Legacy of Alema Rar,' by Velok of Toola, from Saarai to read as well. It was harder going, working through the High Sith without first reading through it in basic, but Hirou took immense pride in it when they reached the end. There was a certain appreciation, not only for the text, but for the knowledge that Hirou *knew* the author! Really, receiving a copy of their own of the first book had left them quite chuffed indeed.
So when word came down, that a new volume would be coming soon? Hirou couldn't wait.
Naturally acquisitive, even when not owning the second book, Hirou did not pretend they did not want the third for their very own.
So they thought. And mulled. And thought some more.
But what did a little Nezumi have to offer someone like Velok of Toola? Everything Hirou owned were gifts given, and the Nezumi as a whole considered the act of giving a special act in and of itself. It would not be right then, to use any of those things to 'buy' this now, no matter how much Hirou wanted it.
In the end the bid that came through was very modest indeed:
1 Nezumi sized blaster (single shot), barely used. 1 fusion cutter, used but well cared for. 1 durasteel chain necklace, of Nezumi craft (might fit your finger?). 1 set of Nezumi goggles, used but well cared for.
Hirou debated a bit, back and forth, on the last item they considered adding. What really worth was it? What they had seen of Velok, what they knew from Saarai, was it a strange thing to offer? Probably. But Hirou put it anyway.
Regardless of the acceptance of the bid, the friendship of Tabigarashu Madara.
Satisfied, Hirou hopped off of the keyboard (they had been pressing each key individually with both paws, these messages took some time to compose), and hit send.