"Sure they don't," says a voice from behind the locals.

Some of them turn, and the group parts to reveal a gargoyle. Raynie stands there with her scaled arms knitted behind her head.

"I mean," she continues in that same cheerful tone, "I bet it's just a misunderstanding. You guys aren't looking for trouble, right?"

She grins at him, a smile that's just a little to fangy to be reassuring. Her posture it relaxed, but she can reach for the spear strapped to her back in the blink of en eye.