Shar dismissed the prideful feline as she commanded him. He shook his head, allowing her to get up, effectively being ignored as he prepared for their departure. He made sure that his blade was firmly secured to his hip as he fixed the red-trimmed coat over his shoulders, yawning and rubbing his jaw to help wake himself up fully. He spent a minute before the mirror, making sure he was crisp and organized - he was not the most recognizable of people, as his dark brown fur was rather common among canid species. Iris, meanwhile, was moving about the room, making sure that it was straightened up. The colonel finally started for the door, "Are you coming, Iris?" He asked her, his brow furrowed.

"Sorry, Mister Shar, I'm not permitted to leave the brothel, even with you... They also aren't selling, before you ask; and believe me, even if they were, you would faint at the offers that have been given for me," She said meekly, shame riddling her body as she stared at the ground. Her Sight gave her a very strong advantage at the whore house, making more money than any of the other girls rather quickly. She would have to do those things regardless, it was merely easier to be able to be fast and efficient than slow and awkward. Her eyes shifted about, "However, because of the package you've paid for, I'll be here all day; the privacy will be refreshing," She assured him with a smile and a nod. He felt something off; she didn't want privacy, she wanted companionship. He sighed and stared at her silently for a moment, trying to find the words.

"We'll be back for you, Iris, don't worry," He told her with confidence, finally striding from the room.

"... Bring a replacement vixen to our room," He heard her voice as he approached the desk where Ciscera stood, a slight snarl welling from deep inside of him. She had the gall... He nearly cut in as he came forward, adjusting his sleeves.

However, the leopard responded before he had any need to, "I am sorry, ma'am, but there are none others... Iris may be young, but she by far the most talented girl we have; not one customer leaves unsatisfied after being with her," She responded, "I think you and your companion would be quite pleased if you waited just one more night. 'Tis a busy time of week after all," she said without caring that Ciscera was left with discomfort.

Lykos, however, smirked as he came from behind, "Thank you, a replacement won't be necessary. I'm sure that everything will be [i]fine,[/i]" He said, ending his statement with a hiss as he glared at Ciscera. "Come, Ciscera, we've a busy day ahead," he ushered her out of The Quivering Hills. After being hit with a breath of fresh air, Shar realized how light-headed he had become while surrounded by incense and smokes. As they started to walk, he lowered his voice so that she could hear him, "Ciscera, we cannot have Iris replaced. I don't care what you think of her - but you've no idea the spot of luck we've run into by meeting her. She is not some piece of trash for you to throw her away, you must trust me on this, she's very special," He said firmly, deciding not to explain much further than such. The next problem lay in her fur and superiority complex, the latter of which would likely be the hardest to crack. "You can't boss me around, either; you have no army to support you and, in fact, you need me. You know little, if nothing, of the land outside of Riverslade. Now, your fur is quite obvious - how do you propose we go about fixing it?" He asked, readjusting the collar on his coat..

They had walked from the Quivering Hills into one of the middle-class areas of the city; the street was lined with wooden stands, open-faced shops, and stores with signs. Many of the stalls had crates of ripe-looking fruit, some with small and large weapons, though rather crudely made in comparison with the weapons of the two warriors, ones with jewelry and other assorted goods. However, one of the higher-end stalls seemed to be full of spices and oils as well as dyes for painters and tailors, thread, and other crafting supplies. It had a name above it and beside it was a store with the same name - the stall outside must have been a mere teaser. Shar looked around with a furrowed brow before pointing it out, "Might be something over there you can use..? Dunno, I've never had to do anything about my fur colour," He noted as he led them to it. It was a start, and the inside would have a large variety of objects within. As Lykos left Ciscera to search, he started eyeing different items and fingering them slightly as he allowed the tigress any time she needed. The longer they spent in clear view, even if she was hooded, the more likely they would have to make another mad dash and the colonel could feel the soreness burning through his legs after weeks of abuse and a lack of adrenaline.