Getting bored myself, walking down this dirt road, heading more or less north. Hour after hour of this, without any sign of progress. How far away was my homeland again? So hard to recall exactly how far away it is, or how long it was since I left. Aren't human supposed to have settled these lands by now? Not getting tired or anything, as my perfect tail swishes from side to side. Wondering when I am going to get to one of those "Inns", as I do miss those fermented fruit beverages humans have created, that creates so many wonderful intoxicating effects.<br/><br/>About ready to yell at some birds when the cart comes up from the road up front. Standing there in his way and watching the horses stop, seeing the look on their faces at how bored and tired they are about hauling a cart and some lazy human about the lands. Standing there with a slight smile on my lips, tail swishing back and forth all the while.<br/><br/><strong>"Tis' a fine day, is it not good ser...?"</strong>My accent sounding like some far flung historian, using words and syntax that are hundreds of years out of date.