"What the....?"<br/><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F07%2F51%2F50%2F0751506d18a32b3cf28c688ea43d582e.png&amp;hash=ec90ca5d44d3a6969ebc7d6b0587d666" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/07/51/50/0751506d18a32b3cf28c688ea43d582e.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Dina</a>looked around with astonishment, her ears flat and her tail floofed out. She blinked and shook her head. She had been running, that much she knew. The two cops that had been chasing her had almost caught her a few times. And then she'd seen an open door way, dived through it, slammed the door behind her, and turned to see... a misty forest. The city of Rrowma had vanished. And there was no hammering on the door behind her. She looked at it. It certainly didn't look substantial enough to hold off two determined policecats, but peeping through the chinks in the rickety wooden structure she could see only more wood - and what looked disturbingly like some sort of toilet, although not a type she was familiar with. Opening the door cautiously, Dina peered in. Yup, that was definitely a toilet, and there was no sign whatever of the cops, not the city street she had just come from.<br/><br/>"Woah... Okayyyyy...." She purred to herself, hefting the bag of jewels she had acquired at gunpoint. So, she had escaped, that much was apparent, but exactly how, and where to, those were questions she was notable to answer. Stepping away from what was clearly some sort of back-house, and quite possibly an interdimensional portal of some odd description, she looked past it. "Okay, this is fucking ridiculous!" Beyond the outhouse was what to Dina's jaded feline eyes looked for all the world (or should that be 'worlds'?) like some sort of medieval village. She sniffed, and instantly regretted it, being still to close to the rather primitive lavatory. It was only then that Dina noticed that it was raining too. A path led from more or less where she was into the village. And right beside it was a sign. "Welcome to the Middle," She read and snorted. "The middle of what? The middle of nowhere? I always assumed that would have more rocks and less trees, oh crap now I'm talking to myself. This is not good..."<br/><br/>There was really only one thing for it. She followed the path, her right hand in the pocket of her pants that held her gun, just in case. There were ... people? Well, they walked on two legs like people, or most of them did. They all stopped to look at her, and then, when she tried to ask them where she was, hurried about their business. One or two pointed in the direction of a structure that looked a lot more permanent that some of the others, that was directly in front of her, then hurried off to get out of the rain, she assumed.<br/><br/><i>So, fine. Get out of the rain....</i>That was a good plan. Her fur was already wetter than she liked and her clothes weren't designed for this weather. "The Lying Nymph? Oh great...!" Dina read the sign on what, now she was close, was clearly some sort of inn. "That's all I need, a sex maniac that doesn't tell the truth. No, wait, that's a nymph-<i>o</i>... Meh. Aaaand I'm talking to myself again." She sniggered and pushed the door open with her left hand, stepping inside, into the dry warmth and dim light. Her eyes reacted instantly, taking in the person (again, a loose definition) sitting by the fire.<br/><br/>"Brrrr! It's too damn cold out there!" She announced as she strode across to the fire. "So, er... Hi? People out there seem to think you're the p- er... person I should talk to..." Her ears were down, whiskers twitching, tail swishing from side to side, drips of water falling to the floor.