121 Dead men tell tales

Before Arteria could leave, something caught her leg and stopped her.

"Hmm?" Upon looking back, she found the cat grabbing her leg. "He's sleeping, Mr. Cat. We'll have to come back later."

She might as well go apologise to Ely for making her prepare so much food for her during a busy morning.

She'll have to ask Azell to give her a bonus, and maybe treat her to a meal or a drink.

"Meow," the cat shook his head then went and scratched at the door.

"You want me to go in right now?"

"Mew," the cat nodded.

The cat was rather smart. Then again, it was not just a mere cat but the familiar of the best witch of this town.

"What happened?" Neia asked as she looked back at the two.

"The cat wants me to go in right now."

"What?"

"Yeah."

"Now might not be the best time to apologise to him."

They still remembered the time when they had huddled up together while Samur and Noelle were arguing.