@hallowdawn liked for a starter!
Not for the first time in his life and certainly not even for the first time that day, Kiht'a cursed the godsdamned Wood Wailers.
"Shite-eating little dung-rollers!" He hollered back at the pair after he picked himself up off the cobbles worn smooth by summers of feet passing over them.
"See you next time!" one of the pair returned with a jaunty little wave and a mocking laugh.
Kiht'a snarled at them, fangs on full display even as they turned their backs on him and returned through the gate he'd been dragged out of moments before being tossed to the ground like a sack of spoiled greens. He hoped Menphina showed her love for that particular pair by spitting on them.
"Wasn't even doing anything," he muttered disdainfully as he brushed his hands off and then did the same for his pants and tunic.
"Assholes," he continued, muttering to himself as he felt the lightness of his belt. The ingredients he'd been collecting had been taken, as had the contents of his coinpurse (not that there'd been all that much in there). He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and sought calmness.
What little calmness he'd found was shattered when footsteps stopped a little ways short of him and he opened his eyes to look up at the stranger.
The grumpy remark he was about to voice died on his tongue when he realised that not only were they Viera, but they looked to be male too. Didn't see that very often. And by very often, he meant at all.
"Gridanian hospitality at its finest," he groused by way of a greeting. "Don't think you'll be treated much better either. Rarity only makes y' stand out worse."