((Bit tired when writing this one. Expect a bit of editing to make it...well...more readable. :3))<br/><br/>"Mmm..." Kahmori nods his head slowly. This might turn out to be quite difficult, if things don't go as well as he'd planned. Then again, nothing ever really seemed to go as he planned. Over the last few years, he'd certainly utilized the ability to think on the fly alot more than his ability to make a plan that could, possibly, work "Right. Well, even if they don't help...and you do...be careful, eh? Would hate for something to happen to the first halfway-decent folks to head into town in quite a long while."<br/><br/>The Kitsune twirls his little eyepatch around a finger...then, slips it on, adjusting it from one eye to the other...then, finally, settling on his left eye, seemingly content "Mm. Well, let's get...eh?" He watches in surprize as Chrrou begins to...shrink...right there in front of him. Kahmori stares in total fascination as his newfound acquaintances' equipment begins to meld into his body "Oh...wish i could do that..." He mutters enviously. Oh, how many places could he get into with THAT ability?! He smirks faintly - a little rat in a collar! It takes all his willpower to bite back the urge to remark on how cute the little rodent was.<br/><br/>Again, the Kitsune appears surprized as the rat darts right up along his robes, and alights on his shoulder - within easy grabbing distance. It showed trust, that was for sure - alot of it. Scrambling up a hungry kitsune's shoulder, right near his mouth, when you were bite-sized? Kahmori, on the other hand, just smiles - a little trust went a long, long way at times "Heh. Careful inside. Don't want anyone to step on you. Or an imp to decide you look delicious. Just...be very careful, okay?" When Chrrou attempts to cast his spell, there is a moment of spell distortion...though Kahmori seems to take a deep breath, and that distortion vanishes, allowing the spell to take full effect. He blinks, looking down at his hands and the tips of his toes just barely visible beneath the bottom of his robe. He felt...spry. Fully in control. More in control of his body than he'd ever felt before "...Thanks, Chrrou. Okay. Let's see what kinda trouble we can cause, eh? If something ends up happening, just...well, run to me. I'll think of something, eh? Unless, of course, you can get away!" He twiddles a finger in his ear - hearing the mouses 'thought-words' was slightly distracting. Squeaks and chitters that seemed to resolve into the intended thoughts anyway. Eesh, he really had to get to know these people.<br/><br/>Still twiddling that finger in his ear, he takes a deep breath...and exits the stables, making his way back around to the front of the establishment. He had to be smooth about it, maybe look like he was already there. Then again, the place was packed. He doubted a scrawny older fox, especially one so dirty and unappetizing-looking, would be noticed. Hunched down to nearly half his size, he half-waddles, half-limps through the doorway...time for action!<br/><br/>He is stopped just inside with the most interesting of sights. A naked female? In a place like this? Oohh - someone was ASKING for trouble. Either being eaten, or raped. Or raped, THEN eaten. She did, however...seem to have a weapon. Not to mention, she seemed to be in the company of Chrrou's friends, who could likely take care of any problems that might arise, if they did. Clearing his throat softly, he tears his eyes away from the scene - something incredibly difficult for him to do - and peers through the crowd at the longtable. The griffon was reaching for her! He had to act fast. Any semblance of a plan of action seems to be tossed to the side as the fox limps purposefully through the crowd, nudging and bumping into a few along the way with a few muttered words of apology. Without so much as a word of introduction, he slips up near the Griffon as he reaches for his prize... "'Ey' mate. Whatcher' willin' t'sell yer lil' female there fer'? She's lookin' mighty...pleasin' to an old man, iffen' y'know what i mean. Lookit' those thighs, hmm?" He mutters, peering at the chained creature with his one uncovered eye.<br/><br/>((In case a bluff check is needed now..))<br/><br/>((Roll(1d20)+11:<br/>9,+11<br/>Total:20))<br/><br/>((<span style="font-weight: bold">Bluff</span>)) ((Roll =<span style="font-weight: bold">20</span>))