Rabbit-leonine like grass dwellers, for flavour
Made out of the tail-hairs of a Girsh. Enhances perception.
Magical miniature blue oxen. Tufted.
They hop, they bleat. They shed their skins.
The characters are wandering through the bustling crowds of Lasopolis. A street conjuror is performing a simple summoning spell, something for the kiddies. A bit of odious purple powder in the fire, an incantation and out pops a saak-lizard or a muhmentarsh, writhing from the flaming brazier. But the conjuror has only a poor grasp of the arcane magical tongue. A few stuttered syllables could lead to Other Things coming through the brazier and giving the crowd more entertainment than they had paid for...