Theatrics over, we are preparing to be the guests of honour at the mayor's party celebrating the survival of the cast of our deadly play. Getting in to the mood, Ganelon asks 'can we bring a date?'
'Do you have a date?', I reply.
'No. But the ranger's bringing his cat.'
'Yes, but is it his date?'
'Oh, I dunno', says Brennan, 'you could put a nice dress on it'.
'The elf? I suppose a dress would suit him.'
Yes, our ranger now has an animal companion, some poor unfortunate stray that he has adopted and will care for until perhaps our first encounter, or he needs to spring a trap, and the blockhead is intending to bring his jaguar to the mayor's party. We're not quite sure how he's going to explain turning up with a big cat by his side, but Skelra has an idea. 'Act blind, pretend you need it to guide you.'
I think that's a pretty good idea, 'and it would explain the way you're dressed. And your haircut!'
'And your archery!' But the elf's certain his cat will be allowed in to the party, because of his natural bond to the animal.
Needless to say, Afutavere's taken aback when the majordomo is somewhat startled by the cat's presence and initially bars our entrance. After a little diplomacy we are told that there are some stables on the grounds that perhaps should be used. 'Are you suggesting we lock the elf in the stables?' I ask.
'I am suggesting that you cannot bring that... that... beast in to the party.'
'Like I said...' But the misunderstanding is cleared up, the jaguar is stabled, and our group is allowed entrance to the party.