Dinirahc snarled at the merchant, flexing those meat-cleavers attached to his fingers- his lack of social grace betraying him yet again. Damn now he'd have to find another merchant do business with. Or kill the guy and take anything he wanted, his inner fire building up faintly but he didn't want to turn it loose just yet. A 400' long blaze of destruction would be a little too flash.  "Fine weakling." He said indifferently, his attitude changing to a superior one as he hefted the heavy chest and balanced it on his back and walked out, using the chest as a shield against something the merchant might attempt.  Onc ewhe was out he'd head back for the Ghetto of Outcasts again.  "Just be happy I don't destroy your little establishment." he hissed and vanished through the doorway and made his way "home"<br/><br/>(I find it's realistic to the "feral" template. They may recover enough to function in society, but they'll never be really canny at it. Feral beings tend to be...direct. Afterall, you guys said I had to make some mistakes in exchange for the template :3)