As they walk along the road towards the tavern, Skellig keeps one hand lifted up to scratch her chest and allow her to rub her cheeks upon, as while they have shared plenty of physical contact with the flying - this is different, more personal.

"Talking moggy," he muses playfully. "That is a new one I have yet to call you. What will she think of me as the companion you have chosen as your own?"

Kirke and Xenophon look a bit nervous, though determined as they walk - each step closer to the town is a step closer to their new beginnings. And whatever ship they will find will certainly be a different type than the last one Xenophon was on!