(( I am extremely glad i checked back so soon! Didn't expect you back this early! Welcome back, Praexon. ^_^ And, everyone else who is taking a smidge of a breather!!))<br/><br/>((Also, no worries, Eidolon. I know how it is. :3 Just going to semi-run with what you mentioned, and hope i don't get anything too far out of place. Also...short post coming up! Just till i figure out what is going on with Chrrou!))<br/><br/><br/>Kahmori peers into his mirror, nodding his head slowly. The disguise was good enough for a rush rob. If he had more time, he could improve upon it - but he had a feeling that those bulges in the bellies of those at the Longtable were not just show, and perhaps little more than an hour earlier...had been living! Still slaves, but alive.<br/><br/>Seemingly satisfied with his change of appearance, he repacks his kit, mirror, and smooths out a few wrinkles in his robe...then, thinks better, and rolls them right back up. He didn't want his armor visible, but - a little bit of arm here and there would be nothing. He'd dusted his fur with charcoal, giving it a darker appearance - hopefully, none of that charcoal would be rubbing off too noticably "Mmm. Well, there you have it..." He murmurs, standing up to his fill height...then hunching over, grinning a seemingly snaggle-toothed smile. He, frankly...looked like a perverted old fox, which - hopefully - would work to his advantage.<br/><br/>"Very well, my good man. About to go and flex the tongue-muscles. Ahh...might want to let your friends know what is going on. Ideally....they will be a bit too caught up in listening to me to notice...ahh...a little flame. Hopefully, that will be hidden beneath my robes....but, y'never know. If nothing else...i'll try to make them NOT want to eat her." He lifts his hand, indicating the slightly darker patches on his fingertips "Rub this into her skin a smidge, if i can touch her. Say she has some horrible disease. Noone wants to eat a disease-ridden creature...lest they catch it, too. Assume all those stretched truths end up working...well, we can get her out without any problems. Assuming it doesn't..." He peers up from his little kit at Chrrou "...I'll need that help i mentioned. I'll talk to them...while you talk to your friends. If something ends up going wrong...get out. Don't wait up for me, okay? And...take care of Mindy, hmm?" He mentions, though the mousefolk had not met her yet. Then again, he had no knowledge that any of them had met her.<br/><br/>"Okay.." Kahmori takes a deep breath, digs into his pack one last time...and withdraws his coinpouch. All the coinage within, he pours back into his pack...then, begins to sift through it, withdrawing copper after copper and dropping it into the same money-pouch. Then, atop that...he drops a handful of gold "Offer to buy her first, i suppose. Say it is 200 gold. They dip a hand in, dig out some gold that i placed on top...well, hopefully that little lie will work long enough for me to get her out. If not? Disease. If not that...i'll try to break the chain. Beyond that? Well..." He winks at Chrrou 'I'm counting on you, mate. Ready?" He turns...and gets ready to head inside to do his work, limping exactly like the old, perverted fox he looked like should limp.<br/><br/>((Waiting on Chrrou to say he is ready before actually heading within. Also, keeping the coinpurse from jiggling around too much, to prevent the handful of gold on top from being displaced. ))