<span style="font-style: italic">"Delicious?"</span>Mindy thought, projecting her mind towards disguised kitsune. She didn't mind being around predators, so long as she wasn't on the menu. In fact, watching Thuddeus cram enemies down his gullet was one of his only redeeming qualities to Mindy. She ignored Kahmori's flirting and continued the mental correspondence.<span style="font-style: italic">"Let's be glad that your new druid friend can't hear you. Now, it's not a problem to shelter the girl. I just need to make sure these travellers here are squared away."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You want to fight that drider, right? You're not the only one."</span>She looked over to the angel and the blue-haired girl.<span style="font-style: italic">"Those two look ready to go all out. But... there is a problem. That griffonfolk may think something is up if he see's you fighting like someone who's a couple decades younger. That wouldn't be much of a problem if the sale was legitimate, but..."</span>She turns her stare back to Kahmori.<span style="font-style: italic">"You pulled a fast one on him, didn't you?"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Either way, if he join's the fight, all of his friends are likely to join in as well. The numbers make for a lopsided fight. Even if we could still win, risking unnecessary casualties is pointless. If you have to take part in this fight, the 'old fox' has to make his exit first. Take the squirrelfolk outside, change back to yourself, and sneak back in. It's a roundabout way of doing things, but it will help keep the number of enemies from increasing."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Now, for those three with the drider..."</span>She eyed the group, trying to recongise the trio from her observations around town. or, at the very least, identify their species.<span style="font-style: italic">"Are they humans, or...?"</span><br/><br/>{eegh. I'm getting wordy}