Wakanga takes the toast graciously, and while smiling nods his acceptance. "Master Rhino spoke of purchases, but you will not be able to gather anything tomorrow." he says sitting and starting on his plate. "Best if you make a list of the items you seek and allow my people to gather them before you set out."
Savoring the meal he excitedly adds, "The races usually have everything shut down. And tomorrow's race will be the grandest ever held. Not much will get done in the city anyway, so if you want, I could sponsor those who wish to enter Na N’buso’s Haka."
"Oh," Syndra cuts in. "I for one will be glad when this little scheme of yours is finally over and done."
Wakanga looks as injured as can be, but then looks in the groups direction. Expectantly. Hopeful even.