"Talking about you like you're not here. That is rude, isn't it?" she asked, seeming confused now. And seeming a lot younger than she looks as she glanced back to her master.

"Yes, Najaran, but perhaps we shouldn't be just standing here chatting, should we?"

"Oh! Right! We're looking for someone, want to come with us?" she asked. "Do you have any yummy food with you?"

The ends of the mustache came up over the staff's eyes, the closest it could manage to a face palm.