Kahmori peers down at the mouse, his hands lifting up in front of his chest protectivly when he tightens his grip around that quarterstaff "Wooooah there big fella. I was just curious. Could not help but overhear your conversation. You were practically yelling in the streets..." Quite the over-exaggeration, given the two had been whispering. The Kitsune offers a friendly little smile, indicating his words were only in jest "In a hurry? Eh...not so much..." He eyes the wolf with a semi-curious expression. She was full, that was for certain. Must be nice. Kahmori absentmindedly places a hand over his own stomach again, which growls softly - reminding him just how long it really had been since his last meal. Maybe he should have got a little something in the bar....<br/><br/>Dismissing that hunger for just a moment, he shrugs, and follows Chrrou into the interior of the stables "Mmph. Sheesh, not much warmer in here than it is outside." He mutters bad-naturedly. His eyes lock on the hay for just a moment, a coy little smile creeping across his muzzle...<br/><br/>[[22:03, Today: Secret Roll: Fate rolled 17 using 1d20+12. Kobold spotting!]] [[Total -<span style="font-weight: bold">17</span>= Success]]<br/><br/>"Don't sit on the hay? Oh, but it does look so very comfy...." He takes a half step towards it, just to give the Kobold a little scare - that perhaps this eight-foot-tall Kitsune was about to jump down right on top of it. He stops mid-stride, though...and changes direction "Then again, i'll get hay all in my fur..." He takes a place against one of the stable doors, leaning back against it with a faint little smile. For a few long moments, he peers at the she-wolf...then the bodies atop the cart...and finally, returns his gaze back to Chrrou - though not before casting one more little glance towards the haystack that only moderatly succeeded in hiding the kobold.<br/><br/>"Well, now that we are out the way of prying ears....I'm Kahmori. Kahmori Ittsoro. I'm the resident...ehh...." He runs a hand through his headfur, searching in vain for the appropriate word. Finally, he sighs, and just gives up "...Resident do-gooder. Or, just the resident idiot who thinks he is doing good. Not a very rewarding job, let me tell you. Speaking of do-gooding...i know this is the kinda the place that folks get eaten at every day. Still, though, Trafficing in sentients...or what had once been sentients...does not sit well with me. So...why are you and your overly-large friend carrying around a buncha corpses? Delicious though they might look..."<br/><br/>He found himself looking at the corpses again, biting his lower lip just the slightest bit.<br/><br/>"And...what are the lot of you doing here in the first place? I assume you are with the lot that are sitting with Jess?"