Those nearby are definitely not walking corpses: heads turn to size him up, some of them masked and some of them grizzled and some plain alien. A few sniggers can be heard above the general murmur of voices in the chamber. Act casual, stay frosty, right?

But everyone looks to be living (for a given value of life), so that's something. Danny's drawn attention to himself, however, and there are sharp eyes aplenty in here. He barely gets to regain his poise before there's a low, purring voice at his ear.

"Marafi has not seen you in the Market before. Is the stranger new here? This one hopes you are not lost."

The speaker, too, is hooded, but that does little to hide the feline cast of his furred features. Nor the tabby striped tail that curls behind him, swaying lazily.