"What did you give her!?" Cyrus exclaimed, scooting back from the table.<br/><br/>"Just some garlic and herb soup." The wizard sipped his soup calmly.<br/><br/>"You gave her soup with no meat? She's a tiger!" Cyrus shouted, looking at Atticus like he was appalled.<br/><br/>"A humanoid tiger." He added. "I wanted to see her eating patterns. Her diet. It appears she is a carnivore. Expected, but interesting. He wrote some more in his journal. "However, she succeeded in using the spoon. Most unexpected." He jotted some more notes own. "I'm interested in seeing how she does in real combat."<br/><br/>"About that... i'm still not so sure that's a good idea. I mean, she's a person. She could potentially die on this trip." Cyrus looked down at his soup.<br/><br/>"Silly boy, she's an animal. Sort of like a familiar." Atticus continued to calmly eat his soup. "She's an interesting animal, though. I'll give her that. And a powerful one. I've got a lot of respect for her."<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The rest of dinner would likely be uneventful. Ending with Cyrus going to his room with Wiflor. One of the maids apparently made a comfortable bed on the floor next to Cyrus's bed. It was pretty nice; soft pillows, fuzzy blankets. The next morning, everyone was awake bright and early. There was breakfast in the dining hall; A nice slice of ham and a steak for Wiflor, and ham, eggs, and toast for Cyrus and Atticus. Once breakfast was finished, they would have a few hours of leisure time before they begin their lengthy journey to The Blue Tower. Cyrus decided to play fetch with Wiflor... or, at least attempt to teach her.<br/><br/>"Okay. Here's a ball. I'm going to throw it, then you bring it back to me, okay?" With that, he threw the ball. "Go get it!" He said in an encouraging voice as he pointed to where he threw the ball.