[Lucky that Rhus is a Miqo'te with a Seeker of the Sun schedule-- mostly. He was already beginning to wake... then someone had to fucking talk.

Doesn't mean he appreciates hearing some arsehole's voice first thing in the morning, however. He really needs to get out of this place first thing he can, and find a private room of his own in the city. His Miqo'te sensibilities, his need to stay apart from the others when it comes to living conditions, is strong.

Strapping his greatsword across his back, Rhus allows himself a quick smoke before his ten minutes are up, which means he's shuffling into the training grounds with soft eyes and a lazy gait, his tail swaying softly behind him. He's not quite a perky morning person, but not quite a grouch either-- but he wont be taking this seriously until he actually gets some adrenaline pumping in him to burn out what little weed he's managed to smoke. Doesn't mean this feline man wont greet his current training partner with a raised hand.]

Good morn. I don't feel like fightin' too roughly right now, but I don't mind if you're not the same. [Especially if his partner just got doused with ice water. He'll understand the need for aggression.]

[Pear preserves are enough of a reward for moving rocks, in Rhus' opinion. He did think on it a little, using his adventurer's experience to weigh the work with the reward, and decides... Hells. It's not that bad, physical labor is easy. Methodical. Pears would make a good meal after a sweat.

But then he spies the landen couple who needs their roof fixed, notices the twisted, mangled mess of the man's hand, and frowns. If he had his white mage cane rather than his dark knight's greatsword... he would have been able to do something about that.

But he elbows his companion-- either in the arm or in the ribs, depending on how tall they are compared to his 5'8" frame-- and nods in the couple's direction. Both his ears are standing up. What do you think?]

Hold on for a moment, aye? [Apologies to anyone he's decided to go exploring and shopping in the Bazaar with, because he thinks he's heard something-- though with those big, furry ears of his, just what has he heard? He's following that sound right now, though anyone with some awareness may notice that he holds his tail lower than usual, only a slight bend at the end, with his ears twitching and swiveling around and around. And he moves more fluidly, shoulders hunched, with a stance like he's ready to leap at someone and toss them down-- he looks like a big cat ready to hunt.

A boy and his puppy, being surrounded by young men with clubs. Clearly this is what Rhus was following.

A growl rips out of Rhus' throat, deep and rumbling. He is displeased at what he sees happening here-- in no world does he allow someone to bully a child. He'll break bones to teach such people a lesson, and in fact has. The Miqo'te snags one of the young men by the back of the collar, looking far more dominant despite being shorter.]

You'll want to bugger off 'fore I take something precious off of you.

[Because Rhus? Rhus is readying for a fight.]