Master Taba, will you please stop picking over my fur? I'm FINE.
He fusses over me, despite our past differences. "That scorpion did not get you, did it?"
I give a little "mrrrp" in response.
"He gained experience for beating the scorpion," Maartenwitz drawls. "A whole bunch. They all did. That was impressive."
Of course Maartenwitz has the figures.
Master Taba grunts. "Level Four jaguar-scorpion?"
Maartenwitz drawls out the words. "Level Five."
Master Taba doesn't speak for a moment. Then, "Well. You see something new every day."
Hmmm. Maybe I misjudged him. Or maybe he softened up a bit thanks to our scorpion fight.
From his bed nearby, Lamant smiles faintly. "This is most entertaining."
Hmph. Lamant, I will give you a pass because of your condition. But in future, watching me get poked and prodded is hardly entertainment.
[Don't be too hard on him.]
