Ken waggles his eye ridges at Jillia, for the brows are only a slightly lighter colored portion of fur, when drubbing is mentioned. "Oh? You know how to handle a stick then?" He chuckles, perhaps it was his own private joke. "And Mr. Human, there is a sect devoted entirely to chaos for chaos' sake. There are those who want nothing more than to sow hate and discontentment."<br/><br/>He leaned back, using his staff-like weapon for support while bending in ways that would seem unnatural or painful, or at the very least the result of extensive training. "I have no need to drop off my things, they are safe enough and the sooner we have words with these chaosmen, the sooner we can rest soundly."