Arry leads you down the path at a brisk trot. He seems to be in something of a hurry. This confuses you for a moment. After all, what's there to hurry about? Why had he said you had little time? You don't understand, but you decide not to speculate on the young man's eccentricies.

Suddenly, Arry lets out a little yelp, jerking you from your thoughts. Your head snaps up.

In front of Arry stands a large, grizzled creature.

It stares at you with mild disintrest, narrowing her dark, aqua eyes. It seemed tensed, as if ready to spring, and you prepare yourself for an attack. Instead, though, it simply snorts and trots away, tail flicked back and forth with feline disgust. For some reason it reminds you of the woman at the front desk.

Arry lets out a long sigh,"That was Irishni. She's a ceasle, one of few we have in the Memenangerie." He hurries up to you, gatherthing his robes in his hands to allow him better balance,"She's not the nicest of critters, but Mem likes her. Shall we carry on?"

You nod, and continue down the path.