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Pomodu had turned her head to glare threads of death worthy of one of the epic retellings of Bully Harbor history she so favored, but at Berchar's suggestion she looked down to Whisper instead. "Maybe i'su righ't," she admitted. "Dey ah no goo'd bea'su'tu he're. Maybe we go to bettuh pulace."
 
Whisper nodded shyly at the other's proposal. They were right and little fox felt like with their help, they could manage this no problem. After getting steady on their paws, Whisper slowly padded towards the exit. Only to be stopped by the owner who still stood there firmly. "As I've said. Not one beast is leaving before I get t'know who caused this and pays for me scene!" The owner said, albeit not very harshly. She didn't seem to be thinking of Whisper or the two of their new friends as a problem. But she was hellbent on getting the justice.

Whisper quivered upon the gaze of the barmaid which made her look away and sigh.
"I know it ain't ya or yer friends kit. Jus' stay put or help me finda idiot who diddit." She explained before taking in more aggressive posturing again.
 
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