All of Oren's ridiculous expectations and worries flew straight out the vent at the top of the tent. These people barely even seemed to care who he was. No matter, he wasn't here to be noticed and to be honest he didn't really want to be questioned either.
When the council didn't seem to object to his presence in their camp, he breathed a sigh of relief. That was much better than I expected, I don't even have to speak and I can get right to-
His thoughts were interrupted by Shyla, and the nudge was enough to make him step forward and stumble. He nearly fell, but steadied himself as the heat of embarrassment rose inside him at nearly making a fool of himself in front of so many people.
He cleared his throat and started, hesitantly, "Um, I'm Oren. I-I can heal your people with my touch, but I can't tell you what caused any diseases. I told the others what, uh, compensation I would like but I can negotiate with you if you aren't happy with it..."