With the dead guard Rissle had swallowed infront of the windmill, together with a few sleeping soldiers inside, Rissle had been tied, if not far behind Nezasit in the number of prey, with the dragonborn's meal of the priestess they encountered in the streets, and her headstart on devouring multiple prey at the same time, with the two guards she had caught unawares evening the playfield as they started eating civilians neck and neck, even to the very end where Rissle essentially stuffed herself with a two, then four people at the same time! The ranger probably wasn't far off gaining as much weight as Nez had either, it just was less noticable on her as it came in the form of additional muscle, along with fat padding out her rear, thighs and even tail.<br/><br/>Sighing up at the taller paladin, Rissle admitted, "Well, I am just a little jealous, don't worry about it... Buuut, even though you put on the pounds well, I don't think you can just open up and beckon them in! I mean, feel free to try, but they are heretics in one way or another! ... I don't remember how though.", while giving her smaller, plush little muffintop a light, but far from loving push.<br/><br/>Looking up at Nez with a slightly exasperated expression, mostly because she couldn't really object to her 101 on fitting right in, having been acting as a lone scout and hunter for the most part, yet doubting that it would be so easy. This was a small camp of cultists, not a huge warcamp, everyone probably knew eachother. But again, it wasn't in Rissle's place to question it, and with a little puff the girl agreed, saying, "Fine, I'll be right behind you then", before gingerly following Nezasit quite closely.