Matrim chuckled as he watched the Catfolk bouncing around the elf like a puppy. Swashy cat indeed. As the elf took a seat on a nearby bench Matrim ducked into a nearby alley. He grinned as his potion wore off revealing a 5 foot 10 inch tall man. The more visible parts of his body showed subtle signs of his heritage, his skin a dark grey tint, his hair white and hanging down to his shoulders. His eyes were a golden color that almost seemed to glow in low light. Running his hands through his hair Matrim looked down to make sure everything looked presentable. His dark coat rested nicely over his leather armor an fell to just above his knees and his dark pants were tucked into his boots. Adjusting his belt Matrim tugged on his rapier making sure he could slide it out at need.<br/><br/>Pulling out the purse Matrim stole from the Catfolk he took a step then hesitated. Opening it up Matrim pulled out 5 gold coins tucking them into his own purse. Closing the purse again Matrim stepped out of the alley and walked up to the Elf and the Catfolk tapping the Catfolk on the shoulder.<br/><br/>"Excuse me is this yours?" Matrim held out the purse with his best smile.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The Catfolk tilted its head and looked at the purse with a humored expression. It was a subtle thing, difficult to notice, but his tail curved so the middle of it touched the spot his purse would have been, had Matrim not stolen it.<br/><br/>"Gra'Zir has lost his purse, yes, and it is this you are holding." There was a purr to his voice as the cat observed Matrim, either with curiosity, or with predatory instinct. <br/>"Gra'Zir thanks the kind man if the kind man intends to give Gra'Zir back his purse. If not, then Gra'Zir admits to being confused. He has never understood why you </span>giza<span style="font-style: italic"> do the strange things you do, but Gra'Zir excepts nonetheless."<br/>The cat held out his left hand, the right one was resting too near the rapier.</span><br/><br/>Matrim chuckles and places the purse in Gra'Zir's hand.<br/><br/>"What kind of person would I be if I showed you your purse without giving it back to you. A stupid one. Us rapierists must stick together you know. The kind man is called Matrim. It is nice to meet you Gra'Zir."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Gra'Zir accepted the purse, but he did not smile wider. Instead his tail flicked about rapidly and a definite purr entered his voice.<br/>"Gra'Zir is so happy, kind Matrim, so happy. Gra'Zir thanks you, and Gra'Zir wonders if you have come to this island to reap its rewards like Gra'Zir and this beautiful elf have? If so, perhaps the kind man needs friends? Sticking together, as the kind man says, yes?"</span><br/><br/>Matrim grins and shrugs his shoulders.<br/><br/>"How could I say no to partying with a cute Elf lady, her beautiful tiger companion, and a fellow rapierist?" Matrim turns slightly and smiles at the Elf.<br/><br/>"Speaking off, may I ask your name?"