The lute was ripped from the bards hands with a discordant twang that was only slightly more pleasing to the ear than the actual music<br/>he had been playing before. Erik let out a startled whimper as his pride and joy was torn away from him by Jas -- like the little plastic straw tacked to the back of a capri-sun by an ungrateful child (who has no appreciation for art).<br/>"You don't have to snatch my things to get my attention, you know?!! I don't know how they do things wherever it is<span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic">you're</span> </span>from --!" Erik snapped girlishly - starting up off of his seat.  "But us good<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"> Teryn </span> </span><span style="text-decoration: underline">people</span>don't<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">steal</span></span>things!!! He threw out an accusatory hand to point at the insolent whatever-it-was-again and a coin or two flew out of the end of his stupid, flouncy sleeve and hit the ground with a tinkle. He didn't even notice. "Either you give back my lute at once or I'll pay one of these other people to rough you up some!" He gestured to the other party-persons - hat feather bouncing gaily along with his tantrum. He carried on screeching his vacuous little threats, failing to notice the shadow of Brom falling over him but moments before an almost aneurysm-triggering (tag ur triggers) roar shook the little bard down to his pissy lil bard panties.<br/><br/>With yet more shrieking, Erik span around on the spot and fell flat on his ass with an audible rattle of coins from within his person as he did so. (you'd think he'd be more ripped for carrying all this money around but no, not at all). It took him embarrassingly more than the socially-acceptable allotted amount of time to realise that he was in fact in no danger whatsoever and looked super dumb right now. Cowering with his arms over his goofy little head and eyes clamped shut, Erik was not having a good day. He'd never liked cats. And giant hideous monster cat varieties were no more agreeable than the regular house kind.<br/><br/>xxx