A light beige slugcat glides around the chamber, its movements graceful, light, and elegant. Its wings fluttering momentarily, its body seems almost ethereal, as if it is more than just flesh and blood.

It lands and surveys the surroundings, its mark of communication shimmering brightly. Its eyes fall on you, and it watches you intently, trying to determine if you are a threat or a friend. Its gaze is steady and unmoving, assessing everything you do.