Immediately the mousefolk takes a deep breath and starts to launch himself into an explanation; ducking his head deferentially, he begins, "Sir Geno, I am Chrrou. I came here to thank you; I had family among those you defended, and I..." He seems to have a great deal more he wants to say, but it's here that he remembers what hour of the night it is. Stopping short, he leans in a little closer, peers upward at the dragon...<br/><br/>"Sir Geno... have you slept yet? I'm sorry! You must be exhausted! Please don't let me keep you from resting..." He takes a scurrying couple of sidesteps so as not to be between Geno and the inn. Somewhat hopefully, he adds, "Might I call upon you tomorrow, when you're refreshed...?"