242 Vol. 4 pt. 45 Patch 8.0: (1/2)
While King Cat's house may be small, it has a dining room large enough to fit a massive table with enough chairs around it for over a dozen people!
”This here is my office!” King Cat explains as he pours cups of coffee and then takes them over to Fenrir and his group. ”All the magic happens right here. By magic, I mean card games and eating. Any of you play cards?”
”I've tried before, but I'm horrible at it,” Fenrir answers.
Serra and Oleander shake their heads, but Corwin speaks up and says, ”I love card games! I was never too good at them, but I have always enjoyed playing them.”
”That so?” King Cat asks. ”Then we'll have to have a game sometime! How about it? We have ourselves a gathering here every Tuesday and Friday, and we're always looking for more to come and join us for some cards! Can you handle your alcohol?”
”I can handle small amounts of it, but I do easily get overwhelmed by spirits.”
”No worries there! We tend to just pass a few beers around. Nothing too heavy.”
”Then it does sound like a pleasant time! Are we allowed to bring guests?”
”Course you are! Plenty of the boys bring their gals to socialize over in the living room there. You got yourself one?”
”W-well, not a 'gal,' but yes,” Corwin says as he takes a hold of Oleander's hand.
King Cat smiles and says, ”Hey! Nothing wrong with that. We're accepting of all folk up here. When you live so far away from the main regions like we do, it's best to play nice with all of your neighbors.”
Oleander, with a smile on his face, scoots his chair closer to Corwin's to cuddle up against his boyfriend's side.
”You're welcome to come and play even if you aren't too good at it, too,” King Cat tells Fenrir.
”A-ah, I think I'll pass. I like to spend my spare time fishing instead,” Fenrir answers.
”Great! Then we can go fishing sometime. I'm assuming you're the leader of your group, right?”
”I guess you could say that, yeah. We're pretty much all equal, though, so I'm really just the leader by name.”
”Don't listen to him,” Oleander says. ”He's our one and only leader! We might boss him around sometimes, but we always listen to him in the end.”
”Close enough!” King Cat says. ”Either way, us village leaders like to hook up and go fishing every Sunday. You should see Spike Isle's mayor! Let me tell you, that woman knows how to cook. Whatever we catch, we're all more than happy to hand them over to her for cooking.”
”Sounds like a fun time, sure. I'm in to go fishing with you all sometime,” Fenrir says.
”But first, there's some things I'd like to ask you about,” King Cat says with a tone more serious and lower than before.
”What would that be?” Fenrir asks, resisting the urge to gulp.
”That boat of yours. I was told from one of the men who brought you to me that it's a pretty special boat. Living wood, steel oak, some pretty fancy looking horn on it, pretty well armed despite being a smaller vessel – pretty curious boat.”
”He could tell all of that just by looking at her?”
”He's a bit of a fanatic when it comes to boats, you see. He could tell you everything about any boat that he sees within just a few seconds. So, how'd you manage to get living wood when, from my understanding, those elf folk way across the ocean are the only ones with it?”
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Fenrir looks over at Oleander who nods in return.