Prologue The tent smelled of smoked meat and wildflowers, a confusing combination that made Adam sneeze twice before stepping inside. A dozen catfolk warriors in patterned leather armor watched him with wary, slitted eyes as he approached the throne-like cushion at the far end. Upon it lounged Chief Marrak Whiskerclaw, a broad-shoulder...
Prologue The tent smelled of smoked meat and wildflowers, a confusing combination that made Adam sneeze twice before stepping inside. A dozen catfolk warriors in patterned leather armor watched him with wary, slitted eyes as he approached the throne-like cushion at the far end. Upon it lounged Chief Marrak Whiskerclaw, a broad-shouldered feline humanoid with thick black stripes, amber eyes, and a lazy air of mild superiority. He flicked one ear in greeting. Or disdain. Hard to tell with cats. Adam adjusted the collar of his enchanted blazer — self-cleaning, of course — and stepped forward with his trademark “I’m-about-to-change-your-economy” grin. “Chief Marrak, thank you for seeing me. I appreciate your time.” Marrak yawned, displaying sharp teeth. “You came alone. Brave. Or stupid. We ha
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