AHH! Oh my god, Maté! Are you ok?
Righteous. Seeya, then.
No problem, li'l Jack.
By the way, is that big building... what's it called... Muse Manor?
Pretty much. Scoping for something?
This bird guy.
There's lots of those around here. Beef it, son.
...Beef? I'm.. not.. hungry......?
Naw, Slick. Slide your jib.
Flap it. Beat the chops. Lay that hard spiel down. Out with it.
Oh. Well... I'm looking for this guy. He's grumpy, talks a lot... Oh! And smells like old people and book--
HAHAHA! AHAHahaahaaa. Aaaaaha. Haaaa. Yeah, man. That cat. Silver.
Yeah, no problem.
Oh wait, so does that mean you're the little dude? Silv came back messed up something fierce, and shy of one little dude.
Wanna head on over to the manor's infirmary? There's plenty of fat to chew. ...Besides, that eye could really use some love.
Gee, you don't say. By all means, lead the way.