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Green robes billowed out from behind a hooded, thickset man jogging into a maze of squat houses with weathered wood frames and shingled roofing. Angry shouts of, “Watch it!” and startled cries died away, until only hurried footsteps echoed in the narrow streets as the stranger turned down another alley and disappeared into the deepening shade of nightfall. The street split off near the end, where rain gutters dripped muddy residue onto the cobbles.

Of the green-clad stranger, there was no sign, to his right, Leofric could see clear down the next alleyway to a street lined with nondescript buildings, while from his left came the sound of rustling followed by a resonating clatter as a little, slinky black figure, illuminated by an oil-burning lamp hung from a hook on the siding of a brown house, jumped out of a wooden barrel, knocking refuse out onto the walk.

Tail sticking straight up, the feline crept across the stones on silent, padded paws, regarding him with a subtle, yellow-eyed glance before momentarily disappearing into the shadows and poking its head out to blink thoughtfully at him from behind a battered wooden crate. "Mreow?"