Leera finally heard the cat behind her and sighed, turning, Embre doing the same. He really did know what lip service was, that was for sure. As he talked, she listened and watched the black and white creature before her. He had a point. There were some things she didn't know, but she was sure she could get through them. She also had the feeling he would keep tailing her even if she told him she wasn't interested in his company. Oh well. “Gra'Zir, I hear you. I am Leera Duskfall and this is Embre.” She stroked the tiger's head and walked a few paces away from the catfolk before turning again.<br/><br/>He was right, she could use a smooth talker. Fine. “Fine, I see what you mean, I could use someone of your talents. I welcome you to follow me.” She gave a soft smile which held to it an air of mischief. As he talked some more she laughed. “Yes, I am no ranger, Gra'Zir, I am a Druid.” She said no more, simply motioned for him to follow her and set off into the city. Embre padded beside her and she took a look over her shoulder at the crowd behind them. She saw nothing out of the ordinary and shrugged, walking on.<br/><br/>“So, you know why I'm here. Why is it you are here, Gra'Zir? What brings you to a place plagued by evil, where the dead walk again?” Her green eyes peered at him over her shoulder as she found a bench to sit on and once again watch the crowds and as they came and went. They almost reminded Leera of the sea, the way it pulsed and moved. A smile came to her lips at the thought and she patted the seat next to her, inviting Gra'Zir to sit beside her. “Tell me more of you, sir Swashy cat.” Her smile was genuine this time, as she was finding the little feline amusing.