The gal had her hand on his collar before he could so much as react. Damn girl moved faster than he had expected.<br/>He threw his hand up, gripped her wrist, and ripped her hand off his collar.<br/><br/><em>“Easy wit’ my merchandise girly.”</em>He grinned.<em>“I paid a high price, y’know.”</em><br/><br/>Once he caught the others’ voices, he knew full well that any attempt to hide would be pointless. He stepped away from the tree, and the girl, out onto the pathway.<br/><em><br/>“I don’t mean no trouble”</em>He exclaimed, speaking a bit quickly.<em>“Y’spooked me is all. Well, only little bit”</em>.<br/><br/>At his last utterance, Cnëbra was reminded how much he hated his accent. He always had problems with ‘th’ words, as did many others, but he in particular could never get words like ‘bit’, ‘hit’, or ‘sip’. They always sounded like ‘beat’, ‘heat’ and ‘seep’. This very accent got him into trouble quite a bit. Apparently foreigners weren’t always a welcomed sight. It didn’t help that he usually forgot ‘the’ and ‘a/an’ when he was speaking too fast.<br/><br/>The howls kept him from his thoughts. He never did like animals. It was probably best to heed their offer, safety in numbers and such.<br/><br/><em>“Y’seem like nice folks, maybe we can be friends?”</em>He smiled nervously.<br/>