Azarel in the meantime was enjoying the influx of cat girls but frankly now the plague or whatnot was becoming an annoyance to be sure. After all now there were too many and with them monopolizing the women it meant that soon there would be no other types of females left in the world. He was considering a few options on exactly how to stop the pestilence from spreading but some were far too heartless for his taste. Nothing short of a complete monster would dare to even make such a suggestion let alone jest of the last few ideas. The young black haired half elf however was checking out the cat girl waitress that was working things in the inn.<br/><br/>His eyes affixed upon her and whilst he had heard of the problems that magic caused when one tried to discern what it was they were saying he had to consider a few things. Unfortunately he had no way to back up his contemplations without first testing them. Too many questions needed answers and there seemed to be almost no way to get them as of late. Dressed in his full armor and outfitted with his viscous weapon and shield, he looked the part of a dashing yet sleazy adventurer. He had sat down some time ago and noticed that Cindrana had taken a seat at the table. Maybe that was for the better.