waiting in the line for the looo...

"That was really rather inappropriate Tigrisclawu." He said to that cat while he waited in line. "I managed to restore all of the food, but that is not how we should represent ourselves to strangers."
"Indeed, it is not, but I see no reason to apologize." Beranhond had nothing he could say - the workings of a cat are a completely different state of mind than he could understand. "Those shorties are not to be trusted."

"Shorties? Don't tell me that you have a bias against halflings and Gnomes."

"Well, they just think of themselves as better than others, and they tend to think little of humans."

"But, Tigrisclawu, we both take a higher path than that. If they bear humans any ill-will than that is their problem and their small mindedness, we cannot sink to such a path or we become that which we must not be. Must I remind you of what we told Narath?"

"Please don't. I don't want you to go into another flashback."

"Fine, I shall save it for another time. But, when we get back in there I want you to be on your best behavior. We did not make the best first impression, and as a result, I don't think we will be spending much time with them in the future - not that I think they will mind." Tigrisclawu, in the manner of cats, purred and ignored him. 
"Don't forget that you are not invincible... I will stop at nothing to protect you, but I would prefer to avoid having to try to bring you back from the dead."
Beranhond shook his head and wondered where this dislike of Gnomes and Halflings came from. Probably from some prior experience with them that Beranhond did not know about. He leaned against the wall and continued to wait for his turn .Laughing he thought about how ridiculous the situation was - all the others needed to do was respond to a few questions and Tigrisclawu wouldn't have felt the need to destroy the table... but such is life. Tigrisclawu had a very strong sense of propriety and it was easily offended. They seemed to be generally good people, though Beranhond suspected that they were not his type of people. He bore them no-ill will, but generally Beranhond showed no one ill will. He sighed and again wondered why Narath had decided that he needed to venture here. Well, I have some inkling, but futher musing is needed at a time when prying eyes, and minds, are far away. He turned towards the bathroom and prepared to say something comical to the elf to try and lighten the mood... but at the last moment changed his mind.

 I think now is a time to be silent and watch.... I have been creating far too much commotion the last few days. Half the town probably knows about the miracle of the square and there were probably several people wandering in the nearby woods filled with wonder at their transformation...