The cat was thin, tired looking, and dressed in rags.
"Please, Tavern Runner, I need food, warmth!"
The innkeeper took a long look at them and sighed.
"I can't just give out stuff for free. I would need you to work for it."
The cat looked the near-human with that unique suspicious look cats had.
"I don't do pest control."
"That's fine."
"Nor am I going to sleep with anyone."
"I'm not running a Cathouse."
The cat hissed.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I need someone to make rags from old clothing."
The cat looked annoyed, but nodded.
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