[There's suddenly a massive white tiger in the way. In the doorway. To the other room. How the hell? The twelve and a half foot long monstrosity of a cat sniff-sniffs again, ears flicking forward. Oh, this guy! The guy who claimed to deal with Faeries!]
[But he smells like sickness. Tannusen's ears rotate back a bit. Hmm. One of the only humans he's met on the comm system who didn't prattle off stupid things about the Fae, he can't let that little spark of intelligence snuff out!]
[Unfortunately, in this form, he also can't really talk. Can he duck around the corner and change back? Yes, he totally can. Does he? Nahhh. Not yet, anyway. He wants to see how this Fae-dealing priest deals with a teleporting tiger. Cats are, after all, total dicks.]
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[But he smells like sickness. Tannusen's ears rotate back a bit. Hmm. One of the only humans he's met on the comm system who didn't prattle off stupid things about the Fae, he can't let that little spark of intelligence snuff out!]
[Unfortunately, in this form, he also can't really talk. Can he duck around the corner and change back? Yes, he totally can. Does he? Nahhh. Not yet, anyway. He wants to see how this Fae-dealing priest deals with a teleporting tiger. Cats are, after all, total dicks.]