Richter was getting bored of twirling his dagger and resheathed it, as he wondered how he would kill the time. He decided to sit in the only chair the room had. The room itself didn't have a lot of funishings. Basically it consisted of: A double bed along one of the side walls, a basic nightstand, average dresser and obviously the chair Richter himself currently occupied. Oh yes and a small closet on the opposite wall from where the bed lay and the small square window of the perimeter exterior wall of the property. Richter heard a scritching sound by the window and crouched ready to take action. Something small and white hurtled into the room through the window-
The Hell?!-
hee reached for his weapon he had just previously sheathed as it landed and he relaxed. It was just that cat from earlier. Then a thought occurred.
"You have some explaining to do cat. There's no way you could have jumped, and pulled that window open." His eyes narrowed and he leaned forward aggressively, "Who are you?"
@Midnight stars