A Humming in the Grass

"I told you it doesn't work, look." A youthful voice cried motioning to the salamander on his arm.

"Bullshit I tellz ya." Another patron at the bar responded, placing his finger on the salamander, he almost immediately fell off his stool. "I see the the sky, I see giraffes it's beautiful." He yelled through a cracked voice.

"I toldz ya bucky, the kid is somethin else." The bartender chuckled, placing another glass of milk in front of the aforementioned child. "You sure you don't want nothing stronger kid?"

"I'm good but thank you, appreciate the free rounds for my crew and I." He grasped the salamander and placed it on the table, in a small green flash it became a coin. "Please take it." He grinned as he grabbed the glass of milk and sifted through the crowded bar to find the rest of his crew. The boy only looked to be around 16, short with youthful face. His garments told another story. Long strands of fabric were clipped to the back of his jacket, making an almost impromptu cape. His belt was covered with a cord of rope and various pouches, a large book hanging from his right side. Various bits of fabric and what seemed to be carved wood also decorated his body. Finally spotting his crew, boy dashed up to the table. Holding his glass in the air, he shouted. "Another cheer to us! We killed those dealers and stopped the flow of Cartel Salamanders!"