"Boris. Don't bring that rabbit-eared one in here. He's gonna ruin the inn's reputation. A kid with fur like that should be out with the horses—having a roof and straw is already more than he deserves. And that other one? That weird patchwork-looking one? What is he, huh? I've never seen anything like it. Is he even a beastman? Or is he a monster? Don't bring something that creepy inside. You'll scare off the paying guests."
Bao Bei shrank back behind Judy, his strange, multi-colored fur making him stand out even more. Judy's long ears drooped as he lowered his head, ashamed and quiet.
Boris looked down at both boys—Bao Bei cowering behind the older one, Judy still and sad—and without a word, he gently picked Bao Bei up with one hand and patted Judy's head with the other.
"We've been coming to your place for years," he said coldly. "But this is the last time. Sorry to bother you."
