Chrrou stays close to Kahmori right up to the entrance to the Jolly Barbazu, at which point the tiny rat ducks inside and scampers for the table at which his party is seated... doing his level best to ignore the various customers carousing and enjoying themselves, and doing his best to blend in so they don't take notice of him.<br/><br/>[Hide while crossing the floor: d20(10) +8 size bonus(tiny) +4 racial bonus (rat) +4 nutrion +2 dex  =<span style="font-weight: bold">28</span>]<br/><br/>(Assuming he reaches the table unobstructed...)<br/><br/>[Climb to scamper up to the surface of the table: take 10 +8 racial +2 dex(rats use dex): 20; assuming success]<br/><br/>As upsetting as Geno might normally find a rat scrabbling up his chair to reach the table, this one happens to be wearing the same collar that's always adorned the druid, be he mousefolk or dire wolf or dire lion. Similarly, the rodent's low chittering, just loud enough to be easily audible to those seated at the table, resolves curiously into an analogue to normal speech.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">I'm back,</span>" Chrrou announces tersely, eyes darting from one party member to the next, not to mention the newly-present celestial and the party's feminine companionship. As little as he knows about them, he regrets the need to speak plainly in their presence, but need outweighs worry, and the nonstop rat-chatter continues at a rapid pace. "<span style="font-style: italic">Look over there-- that fox. Old one. I'll explain later, but he's a friend. Wants to save that squirrel. Personal reasons. If things turn ugly, he could use help. Up to you though. ...Be back. With him.</span>" Just as quickly as he scrabbled his way up, the druid rubs briefly up against Geno's near arm and darts from the edge of the table, making his way toward the table near which the subject of Kahmori's rescue-attempt lies chained.