Parker fiddled with the small glass beads on the wooden table, occasionally lifting his head, his dark eyes staring at the opposite side of the inn's hall. On the stone wall there hung a crocodile head, nailed to a thick wooden board, staring back at him with grey crystal-like eyes.
Xiangzi had previously told him that the crocodile's mouth moved slightly. Looking at the crocodile's wide-open mouth with its sharp white teeth, he always felt he was being deceived. The Papalarian told this to the Big Catfolk, but Reed, with one paw holding a pipe, shook his head and sighed at him:
"I really don't know which of you is sillier?"
Parker, bored, flicked his finger, and the glass bead rolled across the table, dropping into the pocket on the other side, before he lifted his head to look in the other direction. Behind a palm leaf, Fang Hong was talking with 'those people'.
'Those people' were naturally the group from the Forest.
