She threaded her way through the tables in the front room after him, amazed at the warmth and friendliness of the inn.  It truly reflected his personality.  The patrons and staff were happy and healthy like everything else surrounding Frederic.  She was too when she was here, it may not have been a home, for she hadn’t one of those, but it was a sanctuary and she was grateful.<br/><br/>She had only been in this hall a few times and it always held her interest.  It hinted of things in his past that he had never shared with her, and she had asked him no questions, assuming he would tell her or not in his own time.  She was terribly curious about the robe and the weapons on the wall, but Cat was not one to meddle in other’s affairs since she expected no one to meddle in hers.  She did share a few things with the old man, though.  He took such delight in hearing of them, that when she had something she felt safe to speak of, she did.<br/><br/>“I’m fine.  This last job went without a hitch and I have enough money to rest awhile if I wanted to.  I’ve heard some rumors of things on the horizon, though and I intend to check them out.”  She thought for a moment and decided the risk was worth it.  “Have you heard any stirrings from the Drow to the North?”<br/>