Mahret: *growls as Desiree comes near the bushes. She promptly begins to dig a hole to hide in, sending dirt everywhere*
Zulmire: *glances up at the house and wanders inside* ‘Dis place be certainly verreh quiet.
Rhyderi: *is fast asleep on the lounge, snoring lightly. A magazine featuring the town’s updates and gossip lies near him, and it looks like it has fallen off him and onto the floor*