A tent for Acquisitions? Well, that's new. Still, if he's the one talking about moving it, this must be the man she's looking for. Eruka quells her nerves and forces herself to straighten up. The slightly gelatinous quality of her hair, the strange shadow that doesn't quite match up to her shape, and the faintly glowing spots across the bridge of her nose suggest someone who's already brushed against fae magic.

"You're the new Acquisitioner, aren't you?" she asks, giving him her best (if slightly wobbly) smile. "I'm Eruka Frog, witch and former thief ... though, er, I heard that's not what we're calling it anymore?" That look's a bit unnerving. Maybe it's because she can't shake the sense he might suddenly peck her if she steps out of line.