From his center position Xarithe has a good view of all that is going on around him. His eyes looking to Eiyre as she begins to feast on the slumber human, grinning to her as the image brought back pleasant memories of time spent in the Oracle's belly. Of course this image was not the only one to stir such memories, for seeing Ambrosia working on her own lively meal from the ground up caused an even greater flood of images to flash through his mind. The images putting him at a slight ease from the recent naga themed argument he had with the fey. Glancing to Gorun, recognizing the bull's intentions, to hastily get to the kitsune, detecting a shimmer of envy in his eye Xarithe cannot help but mouth the words "You shall not have this one my friend...." in his direction. For in the druid's mind the monk had gotten plenty to eat on this journey already, and had a perfectly good human presented before him, it seemed only fitting when his fists clang hard on mettle, and an arrow embeds itself in his flesh,  that he be punished for letting such a meal go to waste, in his careless haste to place hands where they did not rightly belong.<br/><br/>After watching as Elven arrows sprout from his allies, the elf in the fairy's maw aided to magically escape, Xarithe's attention is grasped once more by the form of the kitsune. Her delightful body backing towards him, fluffy tails flex and run along the length of his legs. The druid losing sight of the battle around him for a moment, as he reaches down with a free hand. To gently run his fingers along the surface of a tail, savoring the soft fluffy warmth that slips between his fingers. "A wager you say?" his head snapping up as his eyes had flashed down to those very tails, and inadvertently to the image of her rump. Hearing her out he nods in agreement "A fine deal, I promise you my lady, that should my people prevail I will see to it that none are able to lay a finger on you." he states with sincerity, wondering to himself what manner of protection she aimed to provide him in turn. As she turns to him, Xarithe reaches out to gently place a warm hand upon the curve of her hip, caressing his fingertips around her slender frame to play at the base of her tails "Tell me then, should we agree to not interfere with our people's efforts, or is it fair game to offer up a bit of long ranged encouragement?" he asks raising the other hand, fire burning brightly in his palm, content with either decision yet wanting to make sure that these terms where agreed on, that he and the kitsune where both on the same page with the wager they where making.<br/><br/><br/>Xarithe<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Sensing the kitsune's motives about the deal<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/152608">Sense motive</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+9</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">27</span><br/><br/>depending on her decision he will hold a ranged attack for one of the elves :3</div></div></div>