(rather unimpressed with the setup, wondering which shopkeeper he could rat her out to to receive a bigger, comfier, far less disgusting blanket in return for his benevolence.

it's not a bad idea, despite the distrust it may cause the qorral in town, but that's not his problem. a hum, glancing down to the one covered in cat piss. hiruma reaches down, grabs an end with a gloved hand, and hoists it up. then, raises a free finger to tap at his magitek earring, getting her into in frame for the recording, quirking an eyebrow.)

Exhibit A, bandit with a pretty obvious mountain of stolen fucking goods. Exhibit B, (turns his head to film a shot of the gross thing he's holding,) hardworking blanket-maker to discover the tragic fate that befell this one... that should, frankly, just be thrown into the nearest fire.

(a look back up to ramir, letting the sullied thing drop into the snow.)

Thanks. I'll be off, now.