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Leau turns his head briefly to Lex. He blinks, nods slowly once, and deals with it all by trying his own hand at that charming smile. Between the imitation and his unease, it's also disquieting. "Sure. I haven't the foggiest with these."

Leau watches after the Chaosmen, shaking his head. "I'm not feeling great about this, all around. I'm really not sure that 'escort' counts as letting him go safe." He lifts a hand to scratch at the back of his neck with a sigh. "Still guess it's better than letting him run off to tell his leads...

Leau rolls his neck, loosening it up. Maybe it's a little stiff after last night. "As an old hatter, if I recall. But going barmy doesn't mean someone's less of a person. Sounds like you've offed plenty." He turns to the rest of the group. "I'm getting half a mind to find the most honest watch...

Leau scoots himself between Shadowknave and Khefren, not particularly playing the 'good cop' but using his hindbody as a moderate obstacle. "And who pays you to do that, then?" Lifting an eyebrow, he leans to his pack to toss his waterskin and one of his rations, wrapped in waxed paper, in the...

Leau finally takes a moment to brush a hand at his horns in a check for chips and cracks. Satisfied, he settles into arranging his braids back into proper place and teasing the flattened ones back to shape. "You're welcome, Lex. Figure I owe you for keeping more of that from happening anyway...

Leau has been, not necessarily blank, but with his eyes darting around too much to remain focuses long on any one thing. He's still rather overwhelmed with the city and crowd. He's meeting new people, learning body language and mannerisms, and it's set his head abuzz. Villages just don't see so...

For now, Leau is simply following along, doing a good job of not looking wide-eyed and lost by looking narrow-eyed and inquisitive. "Well, at least we have a direction. (OOC: I don't know how to do the OOC thing. :D Also, just been stupid-busy between a part-time job, trying to keep paid...

Leau seems to have given up the habit of wrapping his arms around himself. Now he's twisting at one of his braids nervously, almost threatening to start a new dred with it. He nods stiffly alongside Khefren with a whisper. "Yeah, I agree. Changed my mind; I'm not really scared of these zombies...

Leau glances around the place, arms tucked around himself. He even shivers briefly. At least visible zombies aren't as bad as probable-but-unknown zombies. "Yeah, I don't know about contracts. I'm sorta attached to everything I've been carrying on the old hooves." (Apologies! Life has been...

Leau keeps his voice quiet, but shrugs a shoulder. "Not many people here smile at someone they don't know. It feels like... snake oil." He waves a hand. "No, I don't know how you press oil from those. But these guys? I kinda feel like they didn't actually know. They pointed us to someone that...

Leau leaves his instrument at his shoulder. He snorts and pushes his braids back. "Mortuary. Alright, good start. The dead are probably less dangerous than the rest of the city, anyway. Might smell better, too."

Leau shifts a little to put his hindquarters against the wall and rest his weight back to it, both to ease the load on his hooves and keep an eye on the rest of the alley. "A couple days now, from the edge. As for cures, I can personally attest to fruit juice, or plenty of good water and willow...

Leau's keeping his eyes peeled, glancing back and forth between the pickers and the ways leading to them. This is hardly the best part of an unsettling day for him. "Wasn't sure who we were supposed to be looking for, but that sounds like a lead." He's staying out of the scavengers' way. Hardly...

Leau squeezes his eyes shut and pinches at the bridge of his nose still, mumbling quietly to himself. "Oh for the grasses of plains, follow the golden waves home..." At least he can keep a tune, soft as it is. Then a deep breath and he drops his hands, rolling his haunches a little to be sure of...

Leau is squeezing his eyes shut at this point. Even unaware of the others' days, he's developing a headache of his own. "Okay, so this guy dropped dead of the crazies. And there were others, but there's no plague. Were the others barmy, too? Anything else like this guy?" His ears twitch...

Leau is still processing that all, eyes moving from the group accosting them, to the corpse, to the drunk, to the modron--his possible backup--that is running off excited about vomit, of all things. He pushes his braids back under his hood and rubs at his eyes. "You know what? I don't need to...

Leau's head turns, carefully not quickly, to glance at the new guests. Then back, and he keeps his voice low. "So... head stuff. Probably not contagious, then?" He lifts a brow at Ashir. "Friends of yours? Foraging in the city is so much different than what I'm used to."

Leau is still staring. He's starting to get use to the modron's font of communication, but that among the entire situation is slow to click into place. "Um. Coin. They pay for bodies around here, right. I'm just, you know, worried about what he died from." He peers down at the body again...

Leau is still trying to catch up. He just keeps looking back from Lex, to the body, to the newcomers and back again. It's a moment before hooves stop clattering on the cobblestones. A hand raises, palm open. "I'm Leau. And I'm really starting to see why so many of us stay out of the city...

Leau shrugs a shoulder. "Well, my intuition brought me here. Aside from remembering to keep attention to my purse, I think you're the least confusing thing here. Surprisingly." He has to adjust his cloak; hoods just don't really agree with horns. "Figure a friendly modron will be helpful, and if...