Sepoto looks down at the precocious child, breaking into a wide grin. He then hunkers down to her level, his eyes coming level with hers.
"Hmm, barter then, a song for a gift, that seems fair, little-one."
He considers something for a long while, his eyes rolling about comically as if the perfect tune was hiding just out of sight, and finally just as the warforged prompts him, inspiration arrives in the form of a lemur leaping across the branches of the banyan just overhead.
Where the breeze blows into le-mur land
Up in a ban-yan tree.
There lived a pret-ty le-mur girl
Loved by a crazed chakit
Each night he came to woo,
long-ing to kiss and coo,
Pres-ents to her he'd bring;
From un-der-neath the jun-gle tree,
This song to her he'd sing.
"Oh, you love-ly le-mur,
My heart longs for you,
Tho' I'm act-ing like a dream-er,
It's be-cause I love you true,
Please come down and kiss me,
I think you're sim-ply grand,
I've a home I built for you,
Right here in le-mur land."
She winked her lit-tle rogu-ish eyes
Down at the chakit boy.
Then in a man-ner ve-ry sweet she said
"of course I will, you crazed chakit,
you fill my heart with joy!"
Sepoto finishes the silly song with a flourish, leaping to his palms and walking on them in circles around the little half-elf girl with nary an effort.
How was that one, youngling?