The forest is crawling with thieves. Cutpurses, I heard they're called. I saw one wandering near a farmhouse. So me, being the noble righteous person I am, approached.
Actually, I approached cause I thought he was the owner of the house and maybe he could help me. Nope. He came at me with a knife. So I came at him with my RIGHTEOUS BRAND OF METED HONOR-JUSTICE. Well, look. It's one thing to kill worgs who pass by with hi and howdy. This guy assaulted me, so I assaulted him right back. And it's not like I really killed him, I think.
The farmhouse was owned by a woman named Donni Anthania. She called herself a "crazy cat lady", but she was actually pretty young. And pretty cute. I wonder why she kept brandishing a giant meat cleaver, but I wasn't going to ask.
She offered to sell me a cat companion, but I had to say I didn't really need or could afford a cat right now, but I'd keep her in mind once I made my fortune. I love cats. I grew up in a farming village, so there were farm cats all over the place. There's something about an animal that can look so cute, and then disembowel a mouse the next minute.
But she let me stay in her house for a night while I played with the cats.
--Caden Watkins
