"That they haven't," Mestacius agreed. "However, they also stunt the development of magic, wanting to outlaw certain branches. While this will allow them to protect these... random things... more effectively, it is a practice I and my kin highly disapprove of."
Twisting about the neck of the porcupine and slithering back on the floor to the nearby Chaba, Mestacius added to Kizmar:
"Watch your mouth, cougar. The only kind of help that the Guild may offer us is kindly leaping off the highest clifftop they can find."
With this, Mestacius vanished in the burlap sacks draped over Chaba. Visibly cheered up, the wolf pointed at the porcupine.
"Duur duur," he taunted, sticking out his tongue. "Silly porcupine, ha ha ha! Your booger chains won't hold Chaba back!"
Picking up his blunt-again weapon, he trudged outside, and shouted back in:
"Staci tells me to tell you not to stand in our way! For our louse is must!"
Scratching his head, the wolf corrected himself:
"Err... our cause is just! Oh, and also, Staci told me to help the innkeeper make this inn better."
Heaving the log off his shoulder, he swung it all the way behind himself, and smashed it into the inn's front log pillar. Lacking a support, the entire roof of the eating area collapsed to the side.
"Now he has to rebuild it from scratch! It'll be better when he's done! HAAAAAR har har har!"
Log thrown over his shoulder, Chaba began walking away from the ruins, into the forest where he came from.