“Oh, right,” Rayth laughed, catching on to how Lune could have made that connection. To him, there was a gulf of difference between brownies and dwarves, so the joke had missed its mark. In fact, he nearly wrinkled his nose at the thought of bunking with the latter. The only dwarves he knew were stubborn, easily offended and quick to pick a fight with the first person to look at them the wrong way. Compared to that, his fun-loving brownie roommates were much more his speed. 
	There was no way Lune could know she was talking about a very real mythological creature in the circus, though, so he had to give her a little grace. Plus, the way she referred to him as [i]mijo[/i] made him chuckle.
	“[i]Vale, mamá[/i],” he quipped as they walked.
	While they stopped by his room, he looked down at the scattered playing cards the human was referring to. At a glance, it definitely looked like his roommates were card sharks, but he knew they mostly played simple games like Blackjack and swapped their hoards around as collateral. If one of the brownies lost a game, he would just steal back the prize he’d forfeited when no one else was around anyway.
	“Those are the trophies of guys who barely understand the rules of the games they play,” he told her with a shake of his head. “Actually, if you’re ever short on cash, you should challenge them to a round of Hold ‘Em. If you know anything at all about poker, you’ll clean them out.”
	Idly, he noticed that she was starting to pick up on more details if she was able to make out the shadowy mess in his cabin. He wondered how much time had passed.
	“Just this,” he shrugged his bag in response to her question. “My roommates are the slobs, I swear.”
	If he spent more time in his bunk, he might have been bothered more by the state of it, but since he only used it for sleeping and holing away when he needed time alone, he had no qualms with the disaster zone.
	When he escaped from Mount Stolen Goods, he tapped Lune passively with a hand to indicate that they were moving again before he continued on down the dark corridor. A smile played on his lip at the surprise in her voice. “I’ve had a lot of time to learn how to use all my senses,” he explained with a glance at her over his shoulder. “I can hear your heart beating too… and smell the mice hiding under the train. You know, you can learn how to do it to a degree. It’s like a muscle. A lot of people get so used to relying on their eyesight that they don’t think to exercise their other senses, but I taught one of my cousins a long time ago, and he got really good at listening… Well, as good as a human can be, I mean.”