The scent of ale and roasted meats permeated the air of the tavern as you sat with your companions by the fire. You were covered in a thin layer of dust from the road and extremely weary, but otherwise in good spirits after another successful day of adventuring. You had been half-listening to Wyll brag about one of his past exploits when a tiny disgruntled mew arrested your attention. You glanced down to see a tiny fluffy kitten nudging at your muddy boot. "You have an admirer." Gale smirked.