[No Heartless he's met so far is capable of speech -- or capable of any kind of intelligent response. They seem driven only by the mindless instinct to kill. So, hearing her response, Frog sheathes the Masamune in a gesture of peace.]
Pray forgive me. I near mistook you for one of those dark creatures... The town crawls with them.
[He doesn't relax completely, though, yellowish eyes fixed on the dragon perched on her shoulder. One of such meagre size would be nothing to fear if it attacked; even so, he won't drop his guard.]
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Pray forgive me. I near mistook you for one of those dark creatures... The town crawls with them.
[He doesn't relax completely, though, yellowish eyes fixed on the dragon perched on her shoulder. One of such meagre size would be nothing to fear if it attacked; even so, he won't drop his guard.]