Raz would notice that the looks Ix was getting were not lecherous. They were distrustful. Which is admittedly a little odd, when they're not staring at one of the orciest half orcs to ever have a dead goat for a belt buckle. when it appears the catwoman isn't robbing people or stealing children or curdling milk - whatever these yokels think Tabaxi might do - they go back to their own conversations. The innkeeper seems to keep his eye on the group as a whole, though<br/><br/><strong>"What?"</strong>The ploughman gave Ix a genuinely confused look.<strong> "Why would... What, no. Seedlings. little plants. Apples, in this case."</strong>He wraps a bit of cheese and some pickled onion up in a bit of bread, popping it into his mouth, speaking through it.<strong>"The li'l bug'ers stole our apple trees."</strong>He swallows, washing it down with some beer.<strong>"Every time we get that apple's seeds sprouting up right, the creeps snatch them. Trying to keep their monp... mun. Trying to keep their <em>money</em>,"</strong>he save, making his limited vocabulary seem a mild stutter.<br/><br/><strong>"Ay you don't know it was them, Tev,"</strong>one of his dining companions notes.<strong>"I heard something about kobolds, too. hell, it coulda just been deer."</strong>At which Tev, the ploughman snorts.<strong>"Well, they din't just <em>walk</em> off!"</strong>The other speaker, a blonde-bearded man in his 40's shakes his head, looking to the travelers.<strong>"You lot going to be setting up in town? Been a while since we had honest merchants through here."</strong>