Chihiro couldn't help but watch the half-Varuk woman get ready for bed. Many would find such a simple thing boring, but the naga was less interested in the actions and more in seeing the young woman she knew from birth. With a smile, she caught the bedroll and laid it out close to Hilde's. Chihiro then stretched out and polymorphed her clothing to leave her barefoot and in a long silver silky night gown, albeit one that was short and only reached mid thigh. Her hair lost the tie, leaving it to flow wild and free, cascading down her shoulders and chest. Unlike Hilde, Chihiro's muscles were harder to see. One could see she was fit and athletic, but she had a body type more suited to a seductress, harboring relatively wide hips and an ample bosom. Underneath her soft skin and curves was a veritable wall of muscle.

She curled up on her bedroll, facing to the cave entrance out of habit and keeping her back tight up against the wall.

While Anrak explained, Kistal was silent. He nodded occasionally, giving his goatee a rub in thought, seeming to gauge the words and actions of the half-minotaur. Once the book was held out, he did take it, looking at its condition and finding it well used but cared for. There was nothing to suggest foul play. He offered the book back to Anrak after inspecting it. "Keep it. It is helping you and you are being forthcoming. I hav eno reason to distrust you. If anyone causes you trouble, I will help set them right."

He nodded to the other man. "I have seen my fair share of false accusations and assumptions. That is why I pressed to be told by you rather than let others speak for you. Good to have you here. I look forward to seeing what we can do." He sniffed the air casually and then gave a teasing smirk to the half-beastman. "Your meat is about to burn."

That night:

Kistal found Nix's stealth and care impressive and entertaining, but she didn't his presence in a secluded corner of the cave. He watched her from the darkness, his nose, eyes, and ears drinking in every detail to determine her intentions. She only wanted food. She did nothing to his comrades. So, the satyr silently snuck up behind the half-beastwoman, grabbing his sweets bag along the way, and laid a large hand on the top of her head between her ears. Before she could bite or bolt, he dangled the bag in front of her to let her smell the sweets.

His words were a whisper, trying not to alert or wake his comrades. "Can you understand me, wolf girl?"