<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/DyTRWNE.jpg)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/6Z5ko0N.png)</div><br/>As Valna pulled out the spoon, a series of eyes would open up along the faux metal, "is there something I can help you with Master?" the living utensil casually inquired. As S had tried to explain to her earlier, there was only one mimic, one consciousness. Everything within the inn was merely a piece of her, not distinct individuals of any sort. As such the "Spoon S" addressed the thief just as naturally as if Valna had instead looked to the maid body traveling with them, or the sword currently on Grella's back.<br/><br/>"Looks like it. Hasn't eaten nothin' else so far. Not from the crops at least" Jeb answered, "An we ain't found no tunnels or nothin', no tracks that we can make out. Then again my eyesight ain't so good no more, an the boys are decent farm hands, but that don' make em rangers or nothin'." he explained with an apologetic tilt of his head, "Whatever this thang is it's swifter than a centaur, and it moves through the corn without leavin' much offa trail. Aside from bein' stripped ah ears the stalks ain't too damaged, no snaps or bends that would point which way it went. Least not far as we could tell. Maybe better trained eyes woulda made it out"