Ariadne quickly lifted her foot, taking a step to the right for the Omen. A good truffle was nothing to waste. And he had asked politely.

Unlike those pigs back home.

She'd never really understood why the Elves kept pigs. They were vegetarian, and pigs didn't provide a lot of services, other than disposing of waste and occasionally finding truffles. Really, they were quite rude animals, otherwise.

Shaking her head a little, she glanced back up at the Sleeper. "No, I haven't," she said. "In fact, I've kind of been avoiding them. I think it's perfectly safe for you to remove your bucket, sir."