<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Lilium&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Rak is just a few steps ahead of Lilium the entire way, the easily lower-chest sized fox (If not just a little bit taller!), pawing at the door for just a moment before Lilium finally makes it to the backdoor to open it for him. Bright morning sunlight strikes Lilium full in the face, making her blink - even though the interior of the Singing Donkey was by no means dim.<br/><br/>Her fox familiar briefly glances over his shoulder at Lilium, a 'smirk' seeming to spread across his face<span style="font-style: italic">"Be sure to tell big-guy to save me a slice of bacon! I'll be rather unkind towards him if I dont get at least a nibble! Also - I'll be a bit! I'll let you know when I'm ready to come back in. Or, just slip in through the front door!" </span><br/><br/>The quick fox was off like a lightning streak. He was intelligent - knew of the handful of problems the town was facing with oversized animals. No doubt, he'd remain as hidden as possible during his early-morning explorations, if for no other reason than to ensure no troubles arose for himself, much less Lilium.<br/><br/>That, and he did not like anyone seeing him do his business.<br/><br/>Disappearing down the long, narrow alleyway that wound it's way behind The Singing Donkey tavern and Inn, Rak darts into another adjoining alleyway, and was gone from sight - though still, at least for the moment, within mental communication distance of Lilium.<br/><br/>Glancing back over her shoulder, Lilium notices Vincent standing over a thick iron skillet, steadily cooking what looks to be the last bit of bacon. She'd seen just how much he'd cooked, and during a famine like this - it had to be worth nearly a hundred gold. Likely, all the big guy had. Then again, he still had his life and his establishment - coinage could be earned back easily enough. Every so often she'll see him lift a red rag - the exact same one she'd seen him use to clean the bar, the single mug he always seemed to have nearby, and pretty much anything else he came across - to dab lightly at his eyes.<br/><br/>"Terrible thing.." He murmurs to himself, seemingly so caught up in his cooking that he entirely missed Lilium's initial greeting.<br/><br/>"Terrible, terrible thing.."