Kate could only imagine all Talon suffered. The same for Ra'ken. Kate entered her tent after the panther. He laid down as if exhausted. The mage wanted to pet him. It was best to let him sleep. She stayed nearby and began to pack quietly. Weeks of being away from home urged her to pack until daylight was dusk. She could not disturb the panther. Kate crept to the entrance and whispered to a twelve-year-old squire. "Psst. Sir Thargons squire, bring me a platter of fried fish, two whole cooked chickens, and a loaf of bread with a block of cheese. Add a plate of pastries and cookies. I will see that you get half a ducket and jar of salve. Thank you."<br/><br/>Kate waited for the boy and kept an eye on the panther. He began panting and his paws were moving. The mage had to let Talon dream as the squire returned with a cart full of food. "Thank you so much. Leave the cart, please."<br/><br/>She handed the squire coins from her bag of holding and a blue ceramic jar with a cork. She brought in the cart and held a plate in front of the pather's nose and backed away.