<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b3/a6/5e/b3a65ee3e3027efe1651bae0bcd6b29b.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/9e/7b/c4/9e7bc4f627de4b3d9ee11374dca660db.jpg)</div><br/>The hostess shakes her head, she didn't know.<strong>"Naw sweet thing, never heard of him."</strong><br/><br/>While your engaging the hostess of this peculiar den of pleasure  amidst the other tents in the red-light district.   There are numerous soldiers about,  all engaged in the recreational pleasures to be had.  Including several of the guards of the caravan.   The woman your speak to the hostess is a portly woman with a big chested bosom in a barely fit too small bustier.<br/><br/>One of the cat folk is purring around Songbird.   She has handled herself before.  A dandy sort of fellow.   He is doing a coin trick with her.  Where he is seemingly pulling a coin from behind her ear.<br/><br/>When you give the look that says mean business.  It literally scares the hostess.  She gives a jerk of her head.   Towards the dandy that is engaged with Songbird.<br/><br/>You go to look towards where the hostess is  looking.   The lion looking dandy cat folk looks at you.    You can see it he is about to bolt.<br/><br/>Hellhound Perception check<br/>Hawk 22<br/>Songbird 12<br/><br/><br/><br/>