The elf only spared a glance for the childish cat breed. She wasn't worth any real attention. The cat was a follower, not a leader. Only Nyx, who had an actual plan and Flint were leadership material. That wasn't to say that the others weren't a threat; Only that they likely wouldn't do something stupid without the direction of one of those two.
She despised the breed-kin, the results of magician's experiments long ago in various wars to create better warriors in their armies. For the most part they had succeeded. The Canis-kin were trackers of uncanny ability while the Felis-kin were incredibly agile and stealthy, making them exemplary assassins. What the magicians of that era didn't realize was that several of the lines they created would breed true.
"I am a sorceress of some ability," she added, ignoring the cat breed's threat, "It costs you nothing for my aid. All I ask is to follow you out upon the hem of your cloaks. I would be- most grateful."
The last she said, pausing to draw in a deep breath. The air here was wretched with the scent of unwashed bodies and an open latrine but it greatly enhanced the profile of her already impressive bosom.
She despised the breed-kin, the results of magician's experiments long ago in various wars to create better warriors in their armies. For the most part they had succeeded. The Canis-kin were trackers of uncanny ability while the Felis-kin were incredibly agile and stealthy, making them exemplary assassins. What the magicians of that era didn't realize was that several of the lines they created would breed true.
"I am a sorceress of some ability," she added, ignoring the cat breed's threat, "It costs you nothing for my aid. All I ask is to follow you out upon the hem of your cloaks. I would be- most grateful."
The last she said, pausing to draw in a deep breath. The air here was wretched with the scent of unwashed bodies and an open latrine but it greatly enhanced the profile of her already impressive bosom.