Kahmori's ears wilt slightly - it didn't quite look like things were going exactly as he had planned. The big Centaur had told off the Griffonfolk pretty quickly, and made it quite clear that the mouse was not for sale. Somehow, he had a feeling that would have some sort of repercussions later. Around here...EVERYTHING seemed to be for sale in one way or the other. Even if it was a five-fingered discount that only brought about a temporarily squirming stomach - and one less mouse.<br/><br/>What was the term? Curiosity killed the cat? The Kitsune muses to himself, a faint little smile creeping across his face. If he'd not been entirely mistaken, those bodies had been Mercs. He casts a sideways glance at the handful of those that had made their way into the crowded little bar before the Centaur or Mouse - it was likely that they were all together in some large group. What was their bent, though. Their angle? What, exactly, were they doing in this place...especially if they were trafficking in sentients. That particular conversation had not seemed to go exceptionally well, with the Centaur looking like he was trying to intimidate the mouse...whom had not seemed to back down in the slightest. Then, they'd both went outside.<br/><br/>Curiosity was killing him. Kahmori casts a sideways glance at the female human to his left...and the neko to his right. Oy - his curiosity really, REALLY had the potential to ruin his night. However, it also lead to the possibility that he'd gain a new ally, or at least a contact, in his actions against those whom he deemed...well, less worthy of existance. A night of enjoyment, or something that might very well prolong his life - or give him a chance should he get into a dire situation. Finally, he sighs heavily - maybe just a few minutes of conversation, right? What could it hurt.<br/><br/>"Ahhh...excuse me, ladies. I'll be back in just a few moments, hmm?" He casts a hard little stare at the male nekojin down the bar, as if daring him to slip in on his fun-time...then removes his arms from their shoulders, and slides to his feet. Needless to say, the white-furred figure stood out in the crowd, both in size and his extreme coloration. When he walks, it is surprizingly difficult to keep an eye on him. Perhaps it was just the crowd...or maybe it was something else entirely. The way he moved amongst them, though...it looked like they were either subtly sliding out of his way, or he was simply navigating them so proficiently that they never knew he was there in the first place - or simply didn't care. On the way past a couple of tables he offers a rough little pat to some shoulders or a friendly grin or greeting - something that seemed so incredibly out of place in this little hell-hole. Scant seconds after the mouse and centaur slide back through the door and outside...he follows, stepping out behind them.<br/><br/>Looking just about as casual as anyone could look, he leans back against the exterior of the building, right beside the door - looking for all the world like he was minding his own business. His ear, however, remains swiveled in the direction of the Centaur and his companion, and the wolf he'd overheard referred to as 'Heshaar'. He hears mention of the pact...and smirks. So...they were THOSE type? Surprizing, given one of them was offering to sell something that was - once - sentient. His curiosity continues to grow. Maybe, just maybe, his night had not been ruined after all. He gives the Centaur a vague little smile and a half-salute when he walks right by him and back into the tavern, his flanks bulging. Eesh - he'd eaten quite a bit. The Kitsune places a hand on his own stomach, frowning slightly. That reminded him...it had been quite a while since his last meal, as well. Oh well - he could rectify that oversight soon enough.<br/><br/>Now, the mouse was alone, with only the wolf beside him to protect him. Arms crossed over his chest, Kahmori begins to saunter in his direction as he looks for the signs to the stables, the kitsune looking so incredibly out of place with his less-than-aggressive...and almost friendly...nature. He pauses a couple of feet away, looking back and forth between the mouse and the wolf...or, the supposed mouse "...Hmm. So, you are really not a mouse, eh? What, if i might ask, are you?" His own voice is soft - not quite a whisper, but not quite high enough to be overheard by anyone that was not directly upon them - or was activly trying to overhear "...I heard your centaurish companion mention the pact...after trying to sell off sentients. I'm quite curious - i do hope you will indulge that curiosity..." He casts another glance at the wolf, his arms remaining over his chest. It didn't look like he had weapons of any sort, nor - judging by the way he was standing - did it look like he had a great deal of martial ability. He didn't hold himself with the 'sureness' that oftentimes came from it.<br/><br/><br/>[[Listen check to overhear Rihyan and Chrrou.... 21:35, Today: Secret Roll: Fate rolled 29 using 1d20+12. Listen check.]] [[Total -<span style="font-weight: bold">29</span>]] [[Making the assumption i heard. Not sure, though. If not, i'll edit away. ]]