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Kajin blinked at the [i]spineless[/i] auctioneer. That was it, a little threat and suddenly he’d hand over everything? Wasn’t he supposed to put up some resistance or call some thugs to defend his profits? Honestly, Kajin was more surprised he didn’t call the Brass Blades himself. True to their Ul’dahan roots, they accepted “protection money” from even the seediest merchants as long as it didn’t cross their Syndicate owner’s interests. This Tilman seemed to fall solidly in the seedy category. But all’s well that ends well, even if Kajin’s wand finger felt a little twitchy. He really considered doing something anyways, a fun little parting gift, and he may have raised his staff but no. That was an irresponsible use of magic and aetherically advanced thaumaturges cast responsibly. He gave the pair a jaunty little wave and followed the Miqo'te out the door, only a sigh escaping once the door shut behind them. 

Instead, he turned his attention to the flirting cat. Not even so much as a peep of acknowledgement, a yes or a greeting or even a “Lets go”, but no a single problem jumping into [i]this[/i]. Kajin stared deadpanned at the cat, his feathers more than a touch ruffled but he pushed past it. Apparently, the problem child stereotype was strong in this one. Especially since the kitten hadn’t even bother telling the person who lost their home belongs that eh managed to get it back! Kajin shook his head. The kitten was going to be a headache, he could feel it already. 

[color=f49ac2]“He got the stuff from Tilman.”[/color] Kajin said, explaining the important parts that the kitten couldn’t be bothered too. [color=f49ac2] “He gave up a list of everything sold already as well so we can probably hunt it down if it’s important enough. Said there was a cart out here with all your stuff inside too.”[/color] Kajin glanced around, picking out the Padjal from the crowd.