[Commotion in Bleobheris is a rare occurrence, and thus a startling one. Jaskier would recognize Moglad anywhere, but his kupo! is a startled one. Jaskier runs ahead only to find Mogworth, both feet planted firmly on the ground, holding a single sword in front of him as he stands before Moglad, still holding his lute, his golden pom suddenly turned black.

Oh, for fuck's sake --

He will say, Mogworth is fast. The moogle darts forward, ducking under the swipe of a tentacle, to slice one of the morbol's arms off in one swipe.]

Mogworth! Leave Yjönnstifer alone, you cretin! What are you doing?!

[The morbol cries out with -- well, it's a horrifying noise, actually, somewhere between a squelch and a belch -- and Jaskier scoops him up, lost arm and all, reattaching it with a wet squish.] We don't go around killing our friends here!

[Moglad adds I told him not to! I was just startled, kupo!, which Jaskier's a little proud of -- he's absolutely a little narc -- but Mogworth is apparently unbothered by either of them. He wipes his eyes with a paw, and his pom returns to gold. It got too close, is his explanation, but Jaskier suspects it's not Mogworth that the morbol got too close to, considering Moglad currently, er. Stinks.

Jaskier sighs.] This place has turned into a mess. One might say it's even too crowded.