Undol jumped in alarm. Mirana had just taken a step past him, stepping out to the bar. The Lilliputian’s small frame clutched at the side of the frying pan briefly, and then he stood up, brushing himself off quickly. Beginning to panic at the thought of Mirana of getting into danger, the man began to chase after his Nekojin friend, his small form approaching the doorway slowly. He glanced over his shoulder at the carnage that had been wrought by the combatants. Spike had finished with his opponent soundly – but the cook inside the Leopardfolk was most likely dead…he began to realize that Lilium had been drilling the prey in her stomach for answers about what had happened. He stopped briefly, listening.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "R-raid!! Lesik, he wanted to cap...capture....a few. K-Kitsune, he said. I t-th-think he was meaning you. A s-shifter, a...neko...Ohhh....p-please, let me out. I'll tell you everything!!" the tiefling trapped in the Kitsune’s stomach stammered.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Kitsune and a neko? So, they were after Lilium…and Mirana. What the heck would they want with Mirana? How was she connected with the others she mentioned? He furrowed his eyebows briefly as he tried to remember if he had heard the name ‘Lesik’ somewhere.<br/>[Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 9: 3 + 9 = 12]<br/><br/>He turned over to the door, seeing Mirana standing nearby on the other side. She looked stunned. Undol’s stomach knotted up, and he began to sprint to catch up with her. He wasn’t sure what she saw that shocked her; he wanted to know since he couldn’t see over the bar from his angle, though he could hear a conversation of some kind… Suddenly, Mirana slumped to the ground, facing towards Undol, asking him if he was okay. His mind shifted away from his curiosity. He could see the mark the demon-like woman had left on Mirana’s neck from the sword earlier for the first time – the Lilliputian man tugged on his vest, straightening his clothing a bit. Of course he wasn’t okay – the experience from earlier was still fresh in his mind. However, while he wasn’t the brightest person, he could certainly read this situation.<br/><br/>He walked up next to Mirana’s hips, smacking his fist on her thigh in a small gesture of trying to comfort her as he walked up to her. Gazing up at at the Nekojin’s face as he slid his crossbow onto his back holster, he said, “Of course I’m okay, Mirana. After the time I’ve spent with you, I’m pretty sure I’m invincible.” Undol’s tiny, youthful face offered a sarcastic but familiar smirk, trying to somehow distract his friend from the traumatic events that happened less than a minute ago.