While in the city, Seryth helped a child catch wayward balloons, bought himself a hat that was too big for him, and met a gnome with a pet bear named “Mangeclaw” that Seryth swore he had seen before, though it wasn’t clear to him why that’d be so, bears being a rare sight in Westfall.
Throughout it all, the calico cat continued to follow him.
As night fell, Seryth returned to the dwarf smith. Despite running errands for the local shopkeepers, he still hadn’t managed to make enough money for his foster father to be happy. The dwarf gave him a heavy package, and Seryth entered the Deeprun Tram. He had been on the strange underground train years ago, when his father once took him to Ironforge to sell the tusks of a particularly large boar that had been digging in their fields.
While he stood waiting for the tram, he noticed the calico cat.
“Oh, come on!” said Seryth impatiently. “Don’t you have something better to do?”
The cat bared its fangs. “Nope,” it said.
“I…beg your pardon?” Seryth asked, surprised.
“Hey, bud, you asked me if I had something to better to do, and I don’t. What more do you want?”
“Normally, cats don’t talk,” Seryth answered sharply, prickled that he was being talked back to by a cat.
“That’s true,” said the cat. “So would it make you feel better if I wasn’t actually a cat?” Seryth could only stand and stare as the cat stood up its hind legs and reformed into an imp.