Camperschaf

The noises of people and their heightened liveliness were already hearable down the street, but that wasn't unusual for an establishment around this time of a day. The sun was already setting when the front door was pushed open, casting an elongated feline shape onto the floor. The inn wasn't even half filled, but the people around these parts had enough coins in their pouches to get the spirits high up and loud. Mila, a fairly young cat lady, walked straight to the counter. She caused not a lot of commotion during her entrance nor was she of an impressing size and still she felt plenty of eyes following her. On the other side of the counter