The morning sun glared into the room as a beacon signaling Tash to wake up. The boy looked down to his right where Magenta has fallen asleep at. While trying his best not to wake her, he slid out of the bed and onto the floor. Compared to the day before, his muscles felt a significantly less amount of pain and stress. He walked to the door and slowly opened it a crack and slithered out into the hallway.
"Up pretty early aren't we?" Rich grabbed Tash's shoulder as he walked down the hallway and spun him around. "You took quite a beating back there in Ardougne, didn't you?" He pulled out a satchel that jingled as he bounced it in his palm. "What exactly are the details behind this cat of yours, Daskal? Magenta told me what she could, but I'm assuming you know a hell of a lot more about it."
The boy grasped the coin pouch and put it into his own pocket. "Where are my belongings at?" Rich pointed to the staircase. "Follow me and I'll tell you all about it."
They entered the kitchen on the first floor where the weapons rested on a table in the corner. Tash lifted the white blade from the wooden surface and unsheathed it. The white metal glimmered in the light which breached the windows. He slid his free palm over the flat side of the blade.
"He was a stray cat wandering around in the alleyways of Varrock when I found him." Tash sighed. "You may say I'm crazy, but I can hear his voice in human tongue. When I first heard him, I thought a little kid was calling out to me, but it turned out to be a cat. I had no parents and no friends, so there was no one to tell me that it was unnatural at the time, so I took him home and went from there. He told me all about how he ended up as a stray, and how I was the first to pay attention to him. After a while we just became great friends."
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