Vis arose from his root and started to snap on some loose segments of his leather armor, making sure they were fitted properly and checking his built for his weapons. "I'll come wif you." Vis called out to Separ, and approached him, he'd rather be going back into town then staying in the clearing with the merchant. As he got to Separ, he felt a tug on his sleeve, turning around, he saw that Khat had latched herself to it with both hands.

"I want to come to!" she said, rather too excitedly. Vis however, simply replied.

"No."

"But why?!" she whined, tugging on his sleeve a bit more.

"It'th too dangerouth."

"I've been in there before." she rebutted, looking him dead in the eye, which made Vis a bit uncomfortable.

"I recall I had thoo carry you outh."

"I didn't need you to!"

"You didn't protest when I did."

"Fine!" she yelled and she stomped back off and plonked herself in her little nook between the roots, crossing her arms over her chest and grumbling.

"Shall we be offth?" asked Vis, Khat had been pacified.