[center][h3][color=khaki]Malleck ‘Freepaw’[/color][/h3]
Talking to [color=CD853F]Thozna Scrapblast-of-Norplain[/color][@Smike][/center]

Malleck smelled the threat before he saw it. He knew that scent. He knew it well. He'd known it since he was a cub, and a brother had pressed him deep into the hollow of a boabab tree and then scampered up the branches to hide himself among its fruits, the pair praying that the sweet scent and the dust of the savannah would mask their own trail. It was [i]almost[/i] a hyena, but beneath the stench that every predator had, there was something... [i]Off.[/i] Almost rotten, an acrid taint that stung the edges of his nose and [color=khaki]caused the fur around his collar to puff up instinctively.[/color]

Gulping softly to himself, turning around just in time for the gnoll to open her mouth and ask if she could accompany him. A nervous grin overtook him almost immediately, lips folding over his teeth to hide them from the threat in a display that any beastfolk would understand but few of the pink-skinned ones ever did.

[color=khaki]"Aaheh... Sorry to dissapoint you there but I'm just headin' to see Athulwin. I'm sure there'll be other folks goin' to the city if you'd like to stick with them?"[/color] A quick cough and then he shied back a little, before muttering a very quiet [color=khaki][sub]"Please don't kill me"[/sub][/color] under his breath.

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[center][h3][color=lightgreen]Gadri Abzan[/color][/h3]
Talking to too many people.[/center]

Gadri had only really been half-sincere when they'd offered to show people around the hold. They weren't of Clan Buraq, in fact, they'd never even been to this particular hold before, but they had enough faith in their own skills and memories of growing up in one not too dissimilar to this that they were sure they'd be fine if one or two folks tagged along. What they [i]hadn't[/i] expected was for not one, not two, but [i]three[/i] children to suddenly start riding their coattails, and then, to top it all off, the lumbering oaf of a giant had decided to tag along as well.

Gadri liked to think of themselves as a relatively egalitarian person. They had grown up surrounded by any number of races, almost all of them far taller than the stout mountainfolk that they called kin, but this 'Galaxor' and [i]his[/i] kin were the most ludicrously tall of any of the people they'd ever encoutered, and to be frank, it felt indulgent to the extreme. No intelligent race needed that much height, that loud a voice, or that boistrous a personality. Overcompensating, that's what it was. Pure overcompensation.

[color=lightgreen]"The... Sand?"[/color] Gadri had to crane their head up to even attempt to make eye contact with Galaxor, before turning back to address Ivraan, and through the half-elf the rest of the children accompanying them. They shuffled to face away from as much of the crowd as possible, tugging at the collar of their kaftanin an attempt to avoid attracting the attention that Galaxor had managed to with his roaring declaration that he was unfamiliar with sand. [color=lightgreen]"I must confess I didn't expect to gather such a large group around me when I said I'd be heading in to the city."[/color] They turned, covering their face with a hand to try to discern the time. [color=lightgreen]"It's almost midday. Prayer time."[/color]