Two kittens had an argument. It was a cat-astrophe.

At the moment, Grim was too groggy to make heads or tails out of where he was and what was going on. As he rubbed the back of his neck, memories trickled back. He remembered feeling sick, remembered thinking perhaps he’d left Orlais too soon.

Um, last thing I remember is feeling sick. Guess I maybe left Orlais sooner than I should have. He explained, though it wasn’t exactly a good explanation, as he was leaving out crucial details. Like, why he’d left Orlais if he was still sick. Of course, sick wasn’t exactly what was going on, reality was so much more complicated.

I uh, thanks for making sure no one murdered me while I was out of it. The roads were full of assholes out there, and Nathaniel had his fair share of enemies. He pulled himself into a sitting position and properly looked around, then back at Ruth. I’m Nathaniel by the way but you can call me Nate.