Chrrou remains mostly impassive as he helps the she-wolf get settled, paws deftly relieving her pelt of some of the grislier signs of recent battle; the full job will have to wait until later, the mousefolk finally turning to sit by her side, laying the staff across his lap. He still hold's tight to it, but not out of any hope it will protect him; rather, it's to keep his paws still, or at least more still.<br/><br/>The words 'resident do-gooder' make the druid's lips quirk, though, and it's with an expression of vaguely-bewildered amusement that the rest of Kahmori's words are met... at least until the phrase 'trafficking in sentients', whereat Chrrou flinches. "You seem VERY interested in what we had to say to each other, Kahmori. A person like you who rankles at unsavory dealings, no less. Do you know of the Heodo tribe, war-band of worgs and goblins who loitered at the gates? They attacked us. We held our own." He glances meaningfully at Heshaar's gently rising and falling midsection before looking back. "I don't think it was anybody's idea to parade the bodies of the fallen through the streets, but my companions took a sudden interest in a few new acquaintances, and so we followed... spoils and all. The centaur does not know our ways, and he thought to lighten the load and line our pockets at the same time. I chastened him." Chrrou shrugs. "Better that Heshaar and I dispose of the Pact-breakers' bodies, though she be full and I hungerless. ...That's the story. As for what we're doing here? I think you should talk a little first, though your other question... You would have noticed a dragonfolk and a rabbitfolk and a human and a goblin among our number, as well as Rihyan and Heshaar and myself. I barely remember which Jess was, nevermind where she was sitting. Now it's your turn. What're you looking for? What has you so interested, and how can someone with your brand of squeamishness STAY in this town?" He stops, but still seems to have something lingering on his tongue; after a little more thought, he adds, "You seem distracted by hunger. Pact-breakers are as low as beasts, and their bodies the same; if one or two would help sate you, Heshaar and I will not begrudge you." For this last sentence, his voice is lowered, his eyes keenly narrowed to catch Kahmori's immediate reaction to this sentiment.