<div class="floatright">(http://pre06.deviantart.net/5975/th/pre/i/2013/258/8/2/the_musketeer_by_davidgalopimdesigns-d6mee32.jpg)</div><br/>Thomas, his curiosity once again caught, lingered near the musketeer and innkeep. He crossed his arms and raised a brow towards the young man as he patted his rapier. "Toy like that won't be much use against a wild animal, boy." He rolls his shoulder, droplets of rain dripping off his clothing as he does so. "Hound'd just go ignore what piddly little slashes you could do while it rips your throat out."<br/><br/>Pulling out one of the nearby chairs and more or less falling into it, scratches his chin while he mulls over the idea of hunting whatever beast was doing this. "Whatever it is wasn't scared of trying for a kill right next to this here inn, rather bold dare I say. Most unlike most lone hunters. A packs mayhaps?" He ponders aloud before waving his own idea away. "One makes more sense."<br/><br/>"Bah. Either way, you chaps want to go after this thing I may as well accompany you, been a rather dull journey thus far and I so dearly want to shoot something."