[ The voice is deep, familiar, at once slightly irritated yet commanding--but it isn't the cat that's spoken. ]
Off the counter.
[ It's Trahearne. He steps through the open door, a stern look on his face as he observes his cat. Seisyll snatches what treats Susato gives her and quickly leaps from the counter and trots away--she knows she's been naughty.
The sylvari watches his pet for a moment, not acknowledging Susato's presence right away. He looks...tired. His skin, leaves look dull, perhaps even brittle. The pack slung over his shoulder says he's been away for a few days; he drops it unceremoniously by the door as his attention at last fixes on his guest. ]
This is a surprise, Susato. I see you've met my cat.
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[ The voice is deep, familiar, at once slightly irritated yet commanding--but it isn't the cat that's spoken. ]
Off the counter.
[ It's Trahearne. He steps through the open door, a stern look on his face as he observes his cat. Seisyll snatches what treats Susato gives her and quickly leaps from the counter and trots away--she knows she's been naughty.
The sylvari watches his pet for a moment, not acknowledging Susato's presence right away. He looks...tired. His skin, leaves look dull, perhaps even brittle. The pack slung over his shoulder says he's been away for a few days; he drops it unceremoniously by the door as his attention at last fixes on his guest. ]
This is a surprise, Susato. I see you've met my cat.