"Wh..." Chrrou holds his tongue once Rihyan gets going, even if he stops in his tracks for a moment before recovering and continuing to direct Heshaar, leaving the sled to the centaur's generous pulling. The centaur's timely stepping in is something he's visibly grateful for, but it's only once they're a little more discreetly beyond immediate earshot that he mumbles, "If they think I'm just a mouse, so much the better, I thought. I understood what you meant, but I ... I can't do this. Could you apologize to Geno for me? I can't go in there." Shuddering and lowering his head as he trudges along, he growls, "This whole town is all wrong. If I had my way, I'd..." He snarls, shaking his head. "...Never mind. But whatever it is they're... accomplishing in there, I can't be at any help, jumping at every little thing."<br/><br/>A little more contemplation, and he admits, "I jumped when you started offering... them. I shouldn't have. YOU don't know any better. But seeing the rest of us carousing with Pact-breakers, you selling off the remains of other thinking creatures like so much meat... they lived such that they needed to be disposed of, but that's a responsibility we<span style="font-style: italic">regret</span>, not<span style="font-style: italic">celebrate</span>. ...See? Listen to me." He sighs, turning and looking up at Rihyan. "I'm better in the stable where I can't cause any trouble. Heshaar's had her fill, but she'll happily take all you'll let her; once I change into something more... ...appropriate, I'll have plenty of room myself, but if you're hungry, eat. Better than you giving your money to THESE monsters for whatever they call food."