Razor was happy now that he had his entire form covered...thanks to his traumatic childhood experiences, he didn't like many people looking at his bare body...and he could just<i>feel</i>eyes upon him if he didn't have anything completely covering him. So to say that he was like this, made him a whole lot more comfortable. Though, he wondered about Eponine...poor girl was just drastically and violently ripped out of her old life and tossed into this new one where she was going off to lands and seeing people she never thought she would ever see, or even dreamed about seeing...as far as he knew, she was expecting and accepting a life of nothing but the church at her tiny, sleepy little village. Well, seems life has a way of changing your plans, as it were.<br/><br/>But he didn't try to think about that as he focused on trying to follow the group, being a seeming floating mass of mystery with a wolf mask. Outside of his little group, many others wouldn't be able to tell what Razor was. Though he imagined the fox-people had as much of an acute sense of smell as he did, so they probably could smell Ramen foulness on him. He knew...Ramen certainly had a -very- different scent from Humans. And they could probably pick it up.<br/><br/>The Ramen just followed along, and if there were any questions directed at them, he would try to answer to the best of his abilities, though didn't try to say too much. Odds are they were probably more interested in talking with Eponine...despite what she would tell them, he could tell that the Vulpari were still not entirely trusting of Razor. Which was disappointing, considering that he had done business with other Vulpari before, when he was just traveling with Foran and also for that brief of time of him being alone. But, that was spilled milk to be cried about later, he supposed.<br/><br/>What was odd though...was Eponine reaching underneath his cloak and holding onto his hand. What was she doing that for? Was she, actually scared about being among these creatures? Nervous? Shy? He didn't know, but he knew that this was yet another unusual thing that she had commit herself to do...like that hug back in the cave after he had killed the Mael'gar. Though, he suppose both actions were understandable, she was still an innocent girl tossed into the fray of a very violent and bloody world that she didn't know existed. Well, it was about time for her to learn the ways this world really worked. He didn't do anything or say anything, just let her hold onto his claw, not really clenching it...for fear of hurting her hand...he just let her cling on and get whatever support she needed.<br/><br/>He smelled the morning routines of the Vulpari...though he wasn't much of a man for bread, the smell of cooked food was getting to him...he didn't exactly finish his pork before the brute interrupted and made them leave. Plus, he was also very tired...so much magic used, so much energy spent...so many injuries taken...it was about time to settle down for a few...hours. He directed a question at the leader of this group,"We appreciate the help...is there a place we can settle into?...We had a very, very long night and would like some rest..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>