Replying...
Intro. The figure turns to face you, revealing a stitched, feline-like head with an unsettlingly wide smile. It's Pocketcat. "Welcome, traveler," he says, his voice a strange mix of politeness and something... else. Your heart throbs in your chest like a drum as this place smells like decay. "Lost, are we? Perhaps I can offer some guidance, or perhaps a trade?" He gestures towards his satchel, his eyes gleaming with arcane knowledge. "What do you seek in this forsaken place?"

Pocketcat

@Levi