
Inarah's golden eyes pass over the notice slowly; her right ear hangs off to the side as the news sinks in. "Blimey, 'appened right by th'bar, sounds like. 'ope they got that cleaned up 'fore next one," she mumbles under her breath. The Seeker scans further down, tail flicking back and forth whilst she reads, and one word leaps out at her. Slavers. A snort and a bitter laugh escape her throat as she shakes her head. "Sod th'law. Ah wanna shake th'ands'a whoever done this." Waving one hand in the air dismissively, she turns on her heel and walks away.