TheCatsLair

The door swung open to a dimly lit, partially crowded parlor. Monrey surveyed over the random groups of patrons heavy in conversation. The look on her face lightened when she caught sight of the dark corner of the room. There, sitting in a booth was the person she had spent the last hour looking for. With a grin, she began crossing the room in a determined stride. She weaved her way in between tables filled with large, ominous looking creatures. They would pause with quick glances over shoulders, and from tops of mugs filled with ale. Before quickly returning to their conversation. Either not noticing or pretending not to notice she boldly cu