Kahmori accepts the squirrelfolk from Rihyan without so much as a word of thanks - though the little smile evident on his face says it all. He offers the big centaur a half-nod, peers at his charge...and looks back at the scene in the Inn. They'd already pissed off the Drider. Wonderful. Despite how much he'd love to join such a fight, it was best that he took care of his current charge, first. Her scent made his mouth water. The weight of her body, the feel of her fur - damn, she'd make such a satisfying meal. Taking a deep breath, he steels himself, trying desperatly to resist the urge to devour her right there on the spot. He really...really should have took Chrrou up on those little bits that were offered earlier.<br/><br/>One last time, Kahmori meets Mindy's gaze, this time a surprizingly genuine little smile etched across his face, breaking the facade of the 'old, perverted fox' for just a moment<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Mindy? Look around you. They are creating a stink already, and they just got here. I gotta say, i like them. The polar bear...Chrrou...seems like a pretty decent guy. If all of his companions are so...i dunno...in such a mindset...i'm thinking of asking them for help. I know you had a great loss...but don't you want to right that loss? Think of it. We can help so many at once. Get rid of so many pact breakers. Not to mention...i might finally have enough aid to get rid of Nosunei."</span>He seems to spit that name, even in his head<span style="font-style: italic"> <br/>"For good. I've been doing this for a while. It's...really come to my attention that i can't do it all alone. It might be nice to have someone to watch both of our backs, hmm? Just...think about it."</span><br/><br/>He casts a final glance towards the drider, narrows his eyes...and turns towards the door.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "I'll be around for a few more moments, if you have need of me. Got something in the stables to pick up...then, i'm taking our new little friend to the shelter. If i can avoid eating her on the way. Ugh...looks like it is going to be more of those terrible rations tonight. Damnit...was looking forwards to something a little more squirmy, too.."</span><br/><br/>Breathing a sigh, he pushes his way to the door, and steps outside into the fading light.<br/><br/>Still carrying the rescued slave, he hobbles towards the stables "So, what is your name, hmm?" He mutters, seemingly fuming about something. The way he kept licking his lips, running his tongue over those sharp little teeth - which, up close, were certainly not blackened - told the entire story. He was hungry. Very hungry. The rescued slave might be in just as dangerous of a situation as the one she'd just left. Unless his willpower could hold out.