]"Try not to look too threatening." Tamina murdered to Shorty. "A big man like you might invite a challenge from someone like Chief Uran."
Shorty blinked at Tamina's words, then shrugged his massive shoulders. "I'll try to look small," he said mildly, in Veracian. [OOC: speaking of which, can we get a quick review of who's speaking what language here? I don't think Rip or Shorty have any fluency in "koboldish," but Thurston is hard-wired with Translation effects.] He slouched visibly, which in combination with the shrug gave the impression of an avalanche from a small mountain.
Meanwhile, Thurston was settling in on Rip's shoulder, and Rip was discovering that this disguise had its pluses and minuses. On the plus side, the familiar was considerably less conspicuous visually now that he'd been only minutes earlier. On the down side ...
"Pee-yew," Rip muttered. "You stink. And for once, it's not your cigars." [OOC: So it's your call: is he going as a crow, or as a pigeon?]