Re: Juniors
"Ah!" He mimes lightly slapping his forehead, "Where fy manners! I'n Jareth Mooncalled, and this is..." he pats a few of the pockets and pouches affixed to his coat and then frowns.
He reaches up with his staff and taps the rafters, "Ho, Akimbo! Get down 'er ya lazy varmint!"
There's a scuttling from above, and furry face peeks over the beam. Jareth points the leather wrapped short staff (it's clearly longer than a walking stick) over at him. A furry tube scrambles down the staff and arm and resolves itself into a black-footed ferret. It hunches on his shoulder and offers him the remains of a huge beetle.
"Nay, tis yer catch fair 'n square, 'esides I'n not hungry, thanks for t'e offer." Jareth turns to the assembled, "This 'ere is Akimbo, he's a hunter and scout proper," Jareth winks at Mellarill, 'though 'e mostly just hunts t'e small stuff."
"Oh, an anyfing shiny ya may have... eh... 'mislain' as it were. He sometimes has, t'e 'sticky paws'."
The ferret squeaks indignantly.
"No, I mos dis'inc'ly did nay call ya a theif. I jus' say yer good at findin lost stuff and don't clean yer paws enuff." "Squeak! Squeak! D'ook!" "Oh I keen I got no w'ere to talk about bein dirty, but fy han's ain' sticky wit beetle juice. Now pip down, and make wit t'e lookin at yer fellow spelunkers."