Droozun: *raises his head, curious* *”Really?”* *wanders over to sniff Mahret* *”You sure it do something?”* *tries to nose the female in the side through the blanket*
Mahret* *jumps at the nosing pokes, having not expected it. She then tenses, making a sudden loud growl, becoming quite stiff and rigid*
Kalysto: What… *becomes quiet, then suddenly glares* So what if I have? Isn’t that my business? *moves to the door of the shop* Come on. We’re going to the clothmaker in this town.