[ Malkus set his flowers on a table, taking a seat to help himself to some snacks as they spoke. ]

Really. The first of a line of fourteen? Suffice to say that is not your mundane talking cat.

[ He pulled an apple turnover closer, inspecting the jam with intrigue ]

I still remember my mentor. He was a barber surgeon named Zhorik. They really do get to be like second fathers, sometimes.

[ Malkus tilts his mask back to slide most of the pastry under. It really is a wonder that he doesn't choke himself. ]