I walked for some time and descended into a canyon with jagged walls. While there I discovered deep grooves cut into the stone,
terminating with an odd oval object. A voice startled me as I drew close to try
to identify it.
The voice belonged to a cat. As ordinary in size as any other and
completely black save for one white sock. It spoke politely but was a bit aloof
(as I imagine any cat would if they possessed the power of speech). I asked who
it was, and it thought I was silly for asking. It was a cat.
I introduced myself and answered his question as to why I was
there. It said that I was like the shadows, but was not one. When I expressed
curiosity it told me that it was there hunting lunch. Small rodents apparently, those
too busy listening for “the Wyrm” instead of it. The cat identified that oval
object as a giant scale. No offer was made to help me but when I asked about the
shadows, the cat began to move.
Since then I have followed it, with little else said. Viere told
me that I needed to find a guide, but to trust no one. Yes, that name was
recorded accurately. I shall write on that later.
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