Role

Chapter 4

"Master Ziim?"

'Yes my pet? What can your Master do for his Cat?'

"Why name Hararhar? Is that what name was when found?"

'No you foolish kitten! Oh! My! What a chuckle. No my pet, that is the only thing you ever used
to say when I first found you. To the point where I assumed it must have been your name.'

A frown creased the face of the felar, before the stoic, emotionless mask was reworn. The duergar
smiled at his slave, raising a single eyebrow as a final chuckle escaped his lips.

'Is that all, my pet?'

The felar nods slowly, before being dismissed and fading into the shadows.


In the midnight gloaming you see a wiry felar taking a quick cat nap. Upon the meticuolously cleaned
straw pallet it sleeps on you also see several faded parchments, some with illustrations and strange
symbols. You see several glowing cat-like figures, wielding great silvery weapons fighting some
strange, shadowy creature in one. In another you see a female fela slowly creeping through the
wilderness, looking hungrily upon several people trapped in a snare. Before moving away you hear the
felar mumble "Is Nnaesharr...Nnaesharr strong, keep safe; Hararhar just weapon...will not be Cat for
much longer...no, not enough time...plan is in motion....Ziim doesn't know".