Colin took a sip of the cold, tap water and noticed Hound wasn't lapping at his bowl as usual. He was still stoic and staring at the Sykrott, who was now making a his way towards him, striding with purpose on bionic limbs. [i]Saints preserve us! Lucky man am I! We are on this planet for less then a day, and I've somehow pissed off the biggest Mother Hubbard in this Pub.[/i] Colin put is glass down slowly and stared at the bar. With his free hand he shifted his rucksack and felt his All Purpose Tool shift in the bag.[i] Some good that will do, he is probably strapped to the gills and I'm brandishing a wee ball peen![/i] Colin slid off the barstool, "[color=f7941d]Thank ye, barkeep.[/color]" and clicked his tongue twice, that was all Hound needed to hop off the barstool and fall in step beside him. Colin, with Hound by his side, made a brisk pace for the door.

Hound hear Colin's summons and could tell what he was thinking. He could hear Colin's raised heart rate, could smell his sweat. He lept to his side and followed his lead. This Upright Beast had taken offense to us entering his territory and we were to take drink elsewhere. Hound didn't like that Colin was running, but he knew he was smart and had gotten them out of more dangerous positions before.