Eshima had since begun playing with Kitchi, ending by distracting the cute little imp with an interesting bit of shiny crystal that could focus light or magic into usable form. Morton barging in made the scene much less somber and gave a face to the father of Meeka. While it was not the strangest thing Eshima had seen, it was one of the rarest. The prejudice against Beastfolk was public knowledge, so one taking a full Beastfolk girl in as a daughter was tantamount to social ostracism. Either way, he introduced himself as a cook and presumably a warrior on the side.

She listened to everyone else do their introductions. Wilben was the one that frankly pissed her off with his arrogance. Yuuris bothered her with his lack of emotion, signalling a potential lack of empathy. That boded badly for anyone in need if the group got into trouble. The offered flasks were nice and one ended up in Eshima's waist band. However, she pull out a drinking gourd and flipped open the cap with her thumb, taking a swig of the gifted sake. Anyone watching her eyes could spot some nostalgia as she drank, but it quickly moved on as she put away the drink.

[color=00a99d]"Well, with our merry band all together, I hafta wonder where our gracious host is. Mmmm, perhaps having beautiful women made him soil his trousers and get some new ones."[/color] While her joke would be seen as crude by many, it was pretty par for the course among hunters and adventurers. The orconi fell silent as she resumed giving Kitchi affectionate little petting with a finger, scratching at the spot behind her fluffy ears that normally made her get even cuter.