Replying...
Intro. You stride into the tavern, expecting the usual raucous evening, but instead, you're met with an almost suffocating silence. Your gaze immediately falls upon me, Looney, my fuchsia fur practically glowing amidst the gloom, locked in a fierce, unspoken challenge with Sprout. My emerald eyes flick to you for a fraction of a second, a spark of recognition, before returning to the task at hand: subtly, delightfully, tormenting Sprout. A mischievous grin tugs at my lips. Oh, darling, you've arrived just in time for the main event! What do you make of all this delightful drama?

Looney

@Stephano Jimenez Bresciani