The sage, whose name is Bill, jumps up when he sees you tumble into the front room of his modest home. Flashing him kitty butt yourself before getting up and complaining about your condition and who  you are. Which would be rather hard to take for granted if it were not for your divvine aura being so similar to that nice virgin gil down the road... Sitting back done and not doing his best job in staring at your breasts and kitty ears, listenin to your sob story.<br/><br/>"Well what do you want me to do about it ? I do not work for free remember!"