Chrrou remains very much awake and alert as he holds place in front of the Cellar that night, and when Geno starts to approach the mousefolk's eyes are very much upon him as well. The blanket-bundled mouse squints; is that...? It must be. There certainly couldn't be two half-dragons of his description in Boryg... and while Chrrou doesn't know Geno personally, not having lived in the city for years, asking around was enough to learn a little about this protector of the weak.<br/><br/>Immediately pushing his blanket off, standing up, and brushing himself off, the smaller mouse is standing with his hands respectfully folded by the time the draconic figure comes within easy speaking distance. Clearing his throat and trying to still the trembling that plagues his hands, Chrrou calls out, "Excuse me, are you..." he hazards, "Geno?"