Originally appeared on Saladin Ahmed's blog.
Zok Ironeyes stared at the tilecard table before him and cursed softly as Hai Hai clacked down the Dragoness tile with a gloating grunt.
Hai Hai looked up from the table and locked her shiny black eyes on the innkeeper, her nose and whiskers twitching. The scraggle-haired, red faced fool avoided Hai Hai's gaze with the shame of a man who'd been caught staring. Zok couldn't fault the innkeeper's curiosity. The man had probably seen only a handful of rabbitmen in his life, for few of Hai Hai's people ever made it this far south. But if the proprietor of the preposterously-named King's Crest Inn didn't watch himself, he was like to get his nose broken at least. Hai Hai wasn't one to indulge untraveled bumpkins' gawking.