Sampo yawns, petting the stray cat he picked up.

“What should I call you, eh little guy?” He scratches the scruffy little thing’s head. It reminds him of Gepard; fur the same colour as the knight’s hair.

“Gepard would probably like you… Why am I thinking about him? I certainly don’t miss him..” Sampo rambles to his new companion. “Don’t give me that look, I definitely don’t miss him. Definitely.”