Chrrou looks heartened by every new person to join the present party; mice know very well that there is safety in numbers, and he bids a warm but quiet welcome to the goblin and the... no. NOT a cat. Not a cat at all; what's gotten into him lately?<br/><br/>Whenever Takal's pronouncement took place, though, it stopped him short, leaving the diminutive mouse looking shocked at his words. "Jejuna... If we're to give this up, why 'save' Jejuna? Just so it can get torn apart from inside too? If there's nothing to protect the cities that are 'safe', what's the point to saving them?" He growls, pulling his cloak tighter and reaching within. "This is our only chance to find out more about what happened than you already saw yesterday. This is our only chance to save the other guards that went with Cecil to try to keep the city safe. ...And if that wasn't enough... Cecil died for this." Glancing back, he growls, "We don't need a guide. This isn't some 'underdark', this is an exit-tunnel under the city. We have light, we have directions, and I can track along our path as fast or faster than most move." Chrrou makes haste again soon after those words; it seems some topics can leave even him rude.