<i>"It is no problem miss Parin. You may call me Ogun."</i>, the giant buzzed. The commotion had passed without involving the two of them and though he kept an eye on the thief and the guard, he did not make even the slightest move to intervene. Apathy was an understatement in regards to how he felt toward the small bar  brawl.<br/><br/>As the young Tailed One started to ramble on, obvious in her intent to dig into him, Ogun looked about himself and then sat in a chair, the wood creaking painfully. The small bottle of oil was still held between his fingers, surprisingly un-obliterated between his digits. That strange deep purring sounded out from his chest as he mulled over the Tailed One's pseudo-question, deciding how he would best answer while he watched the brothel's mistress return to the trio and take a swig of her liquor.<br/><br/><i>"You may call me Ogun, miss W'ineton. I have not been stolen from by the thief. I'm sure my mass warded him off. I would gladly accept any gold from your guardsmen though,"</i>replied Ogun with another content vibration,<i>"I would be more worried about Parin though, your thief may have found her to be an easier target."</i><br/><br/>Without turning to face her, Ogun's voice started to ring in Parin's ears. Quite literally aimed at her and her alone, the discomfort would be amplified past the norm but the 'whisper' would not be heard by prying ears.<br/><br/><i>"You may inspect my armor at a later time but in turn you must do your best to answer questions of my own."</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>