
The roegadyn loosed a guffaw as he followed the miqo'te. "Worry fer yer own arse, girl. I'm nimble 'nuff may jus' be half a cat m'self," he chided good-naturedly. Almost slipping, he righted himself and rambled on, "But damn if ol' Barnies' Reach don't get bigger an' messier all the time."