<span style="font-style: italic">"The angel just started wolfing down the spidergirl, and the centaur is helping her. There's something about celestials  cramming someone down their throat. Something... maybe not ironic, but, let's say... delightfully wrong. After this, she's going to be too stuffed to even-"</span>Mindy snapped out of her daze for just a moment. Realizing that this talk could make Kahmori want to enjoy his meal a bit more.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Er, Chhrou's not leaving until the angel's done, so you have a little time. As for sneaking her in, perhaps you can change her appearance? I couldn't tell it was you earlier. Or we could bring her to..."</span>She stopped as she remembered that leaving now would drag her away from the spectacle. The poor squirrel's life was dropping in Mindy's list of priorities.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You know what? I'm not going to keep hounding you about the girl. Just think about this. These travelers are going to be facing the bigger preds in town. And if all goes well, a lot of preds are going to be eaten by them. I trust you're more familiar with the taste difference between preds full of nutrions, and small, half-starved slave girls right? The choice is yours. Either way I'm siding with these people."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Now, if you don't mind, I'm watching some old fashioned gluttony."</span>