One Mean Ghost
Your Ghost Host from the West Coast
Ki'Tavi
Kit almost let out an amused chuckle when the invisible intruder actually whined about trying to kill him. Compared to Oghma, this bunny was an amateur. Perhaps she was used to her scent blending in with wherever it was that she was from naturally, but here, in the guild, such pleasant and flowery fragrances only caused her scent to be glaringly obvious to someone with Ki'Tavi's keen sense of smell.
"You see only me because your little stalker seems to have a penchant for remaining invisible." He explained casually scratching at his nose to clue Veth in on how he had so easily picked up on the intruder. Such subtle signs would mean little to most people, but such subtle signs could say much between them.
He was about to correct the little bunny on her threat, when another voice spoke up from Veth's room. It seemed that Kit's reputation had, in this case, preceded him. He eyed the man suspiciously. Given all he'd been through, he was naturally suspicious of just about everyone, but since Veth seemed both aware and unbothered by his presence, he saw little reason to delve deeper into this man's story.
"You're well informed, Noble." He remarked, shifting his gaze towards Veth. "The meeting of which he speaks is why I wanted to talk to you. Apparently I'm on the guest list." Kit remarked as his tail swished behind him. "With the invitation comes a plus one for an adviser. We talked much of strategy prior to your departure, and you're one of the few here who I know can actively contribute to this meeting." He explained before a playful smile crossed his lips. "Plus... I want to make sure you don't go running off on me again, so I need to keep an eye on you." He teased with that playful grin as his tail swished behind him.