Rake huffed and prestigitised the water away. "Perhaps! But I am the prettiest." Rake insisted. But the arguement went nowhere, just like every other argument they had and soon they were off to meet with the townsfolk. Who seemed to be loud, incoherant, and waving weapons in their general direction.<br/><br/>"Perhaps it's some form of greeting ritual?" He mused idly, holding his chin. Krusmid stepped in and managed to delicatly navigate the townspeople's complex customs. Reliable girl, that Krusmid.<br/><br/>"Indeed!" Added Rake, stepping forward. "My friends! You have the good fortune of encountering the legendary band of Rake Valkier and Company! I am Rake Valkier, and this-!" He declared, sweeping his arms over to his fellows. "- Is my company! From your incoherent ramblings I understand you have bandit troubles. Rake Valkier and Company shall be honored to free you from those inconvenient gentlemen!<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">For a nominal fee of course...</span>"<br/><br/>The kitty and bunny girls pressed in, and Rake's grin grew a mile wide. "Oh dear, you're all quite friendly, aren't you? Well well, I just might have a carrot I can give you, in private..." He leered.