Mogget, too, did not at all enjoy the way he arrived here (and had been making that fact quite clear since he first shot out of the water yowling at the top of his lungs). Without prior experience in other worlds outside of his own he would have shown no interest in anything going on, but certain developments in his character push him to at least investigate this gathering.

Though, he hadn't made any effort to gather any herbs up. That hasn't stopped him being able to get hold of some, as a few passers-by have seen the cute white kitty waiting so patiently at the edge of the crowd and put some of their extra ones down in front of him.

Often, he doesn't need to say anything at all to manipulate humans into doing what he wants.

But he's been watching the black cat for several minutes with sharp, vivid green eyes, seeing a similar intelligence there to his own and wondering if it might be Kerrigor. A potential problem for him, if it is. He surmises, tentatively after some observation, that it is not Kerrigor... and thus this cat becomes the focus of a different kind of attention.

Casual curiosity.

Mogget abandons his spot and approaches, sitting down a few feet away and mirroring his position, curling his tail around his front paws.