Prism led the ranks as they brushed by the last of the bushes. Fara Fara was only a few minutes away now. They'd traveled all day and rested the night on their way here. Although Blake didn't admit it, Prism had a feeling the drow didn't get any sleep that night.
      "Purrowr?"
      The group stopped in the tracks at the high, questioning sound. Peering down Blake saw a strange white fluff leaning against him.
      "Demon!" he screamed, leaping back.
      "It's a kitty!" Emeryl scooped it up, shoving it in Blake's face; "It's a FLUFFY kitty!"
      Sweating nervously, Blake reached for his knife.
      "How do you eat it? It has so much, hair." He growled at it.
      Emeryl instantly withdrew the cat; "You don't eat it! You keep it as a pet!"
      The kitten batted playfully at Emeryl's hair until it saw the spider crawl out. It hissed loudly, clawing out of Emeryl's hands and scratching him on the way.
      "Ow!" Emeryl cried.
      Blake pointed and laughed rudely at him until the cat returned to rubbing on his leg. Shrieking he leapt away again, dropping into a low fighting stance.
      "Strange creature..." he growled.
      "Yeah, it likes you." Bentora picked it up, rubbing its belly, "That's a good little kitty, yes you are!"
      "Looks like you're related..." Blake slowly sheathed his knife. Hissing, Bentora's hair stood on end.
      "We should name it!" Emeryl announced.
      "Muffin!" Bentora instantly shouted.
      "No, it looks more like an angel, being white and all... wait, what am I saying? Why is a cat in the woods?" Prism looked for a litter.
      "Maybe it wandered away! It looks like my Fluffy Kitty did!" Emeryl bounced gleefully, "It looks exactly like Fluffy Kitty!"
      Shoving Emeryl away, Blake curiously took the cat and held it in his palm, staring it straight in the eye, "No wonder it likes me best, you guys would give it moronic pussy names..."
      "It is a pussy." Bentora retorted.
      "It needs a better name than that. Something honorable." Blake raised his chin.
      They waited silently for a moment for his answer.
      "I can't think of one..." he grumbled.
      Next to him the priest stared at him with an unusually large set of eyes.
      "Fine! Fine! I'll call it Fluffy Kitty until I think of something better." Blake snapped.
      "Yay! Fluffy Kitty!" Emeryl leapt for joy.
      Full of pride in his little demon, Blake set it on the ground to see what it would do. Apparently it didn't care what its name was, because it marched right back over to him, making strange noises and rubbing its head against him. Irritably, he tried to step back. It followed.
      "Can we go to town yet?" Prism returned them to the subject.
      "Yeah, we're almost there!" Emeryl charged through the bushes with a painful amount of energy. In a more conserved manner, the others followed.
      Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw the white fuzzy thing following him step by step. Proudly he thought he must have a very unique creature, to decide who its master was and to remember it well. Blake raised his head slightly as he saw their first town.
      It was a bright, cheery place. He couldn't see the bar from here, but there were people on the streets for other reasons. These buildings were well constructed, and he couldn't spot a fire anywhere. In front of the town was a queer display. A man stood with a box next to the building, expecting money or something.
      With the cat still accompanying him he trotted a little away from the group to see the box. Bentora caught sight of him sneaking by and trotted after him. Painted in sloppy lettering on the wall he read a sign that said 'free kittens' and had a red arrow pointing down.
      With large eyes he stared at the box full of little hairy demons. They all whined loudly, crawling from each side to the other, tripping over each other in a strangely cute way. Glaring back at his own demon, the only difference he saw was that his was all white and the others had spots of black and orange colors on them.
      "I thought you were unique." He scorned the kitten.
      "Oh, that one must have scampered away." The man picked it up and added it to the litter. Resentfully Blake refused to accept that he ever owned something so common.
      "What are you doing?" Bentora suddenly barked.
      "It wasn't unique." Blake pointed at the box full of them.
      "Aren't they the cutest..." Bentora peered down at all the little kittens, then drove herself back into Blake's face, "So you're just going to leave it behind? How inconsiderate!"
      "You want a kitten?" the man stared at them awkwardly.
      "No, I can leave the demon here." Blake answered.
      "You pig!" Bentora snapped, "Something actually likes you so you ditch it!"
      "I never said I wanted it." Blake folded his arms. Another peasant trotted over to the display of kittens, appearing to be inspecting them.
      "You wan... hey, wait a minute, I thought you hated cats." The peasant giving them away spoke to the man.
      Quietly he picked up the white kitten from the box. Blake studied him critically, keeping his eye on the man. Swinging his arm back with the kitten in it he threw it as hard as he could at the wall. Both Bentora and Blake stood in shock for a moment.
      "What are you doing to my demon!" Blake snarled, pouncing on the man.
      "Hold him! Hold him!" Bentora yelled as Blake secured the man's arms.
      By this time the rest of the group realized they were missing and rushed over. Bentora began throwing punches at the man as Blake retained him.
      "Hey! Hey! No beating up townsfolk!" Prism tried to get their attention, turning to Emeryl; "You're the priest, why aren't you stopping them?"
      Shrugging, Emeryl watched, "I've never seen them work so well together before. Oh! The kitty!" He edged around the fight and picked up the unconscious white fluff.
      Petting it over the head he chanted a small chorus. It writhed in his palm, wriggling around again. With a large smile he stood back up and held out the little kitten.
      "Blake." He taunted, fluffy white fur curled in his hands. Seeing the kitten, Blake dropped the bloody peasant as Bentora lowered her fists.
      "I just didn't like that guy." He stated, retrieving the cat and placing it on his shoulder.
      "Yes. Of course." Emeryl humored him.
      "If you're done beating up peasants I want to go by my shop." Prism rested his hand on his hip.
      "Why is everyone wearing costumes?" the dauntless man giving away kittens asked.
      "Huh?" Blake and Bentora blinked.
      "Nevermind, come with me." Prism grabbed both of them.
      "I have to go report to the Church and let Father know I'm home." Emeryl replied.
      "I want to go to the Church too!" Leiko wailed.
      "Really? I can show you the rectory. And you can meet Father." Emeryl answered, surprised she was interested. They took each other's hands and he led her away.
      "Eric, where are you going?" Prism glanced back.
      "I..." he paused.