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"The girl definitely was here and entered the circle."

Sorry, lost time due to RPG Superstar. Back now!

The Cat sniffs the circle, looking for remnants of the girl's presence.

The Cat slips out of its hiding place and steps into the light. "Stone is definitely preferable to this horrid intestine. Let us hurry and remove the sleepers before anything else arrives to devour us."

Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

"Hmph. I am a Cat, as any fool can plainly see." The Cat sits still, its tail twitching furiously. "And how did you come to be eaten by this tunnel?"

The Cat looks disdainfully at the hole, then leaps up into it.

Reflex: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

The Cat hauls cat-arse back away from the beast, taking cover behind Alderthane.

Init: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

The Cat suddenly yowls when the acid hits it. It arches its back and hisses, spitting at the foul jelly.

Perception 1d20+6 = 8 Observational skills of a spoon.

Technically spoons usually take 10...

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

"Very well, furless ones, let us follow the smell of sugar. As I have nearly been eaten by phantom water and swallowed by intestinal tunnels, I conclude that sugar will undoubtedly also attempt to kill me and look forward to seeing what my second life looks like."

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

"Move you naked apes, move!" The Cat races forward at breakneck speed, not pausing to look back to see if anyone follows.

Well, it seems that 3 players are back. When can we continue with the game?

Some of us never left. Some of us were hunting sewer rats while everyone else faded away.

The cat composes itself, shakes itself off and stalks arrogantly to the front of the party. "I believe we were heading this way."

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Cat does what Cats do best: RUNS! Moves down the side of the sewer, keeping low and close to the ground.

Init 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

The Cat yowls an angry yowl as its fur stands on end.

Left side, out front, keeping the scent up.

As the cat saunters into view, a short squeak escapes from a pocket in Al's vest, followed by a quick burst of chittering as a tiny ferret emerges and climbs onto the old man's shoulder to look suspiciously towards the cat.

Al looks between the two animals and clucks soothingly to the ferret, then crouches down to speak to the cat, "So, do ye be havin' a name, my feline friend?"

The Cat looks at the man askance. "I am a Cat. I have no need of a label other than such." Looking about the room imperiously, the Cat walks toward one of the tunnels and sits down haughtily. "This tunnel is the one where the sweet smell is strongest. This is the path to follow." He then leaps into the tunnel and begins to stalk boldly forward.

Considering the cat for some time, Aehrick slowly lifts his gaze to offer Zissaren an inquisitive look. "Is this your friend's... 'companion?'" Elsewhere he might feel foolish even considering the notion but all things considered-- it didn't seem so far fetched.

"I am not a 'companion'. I am a cat. Cats are never companions. It might be charitably said that he is my companion. A sidekick if you will. A minion if you will. Still, he does carry the best snacks. And I am having a difficult time sensing the trail. Perhaps if the rest of you smelly apes, lizards and glowy balls would step back, I could perform my task in peace?"

Perception (scent): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Scent 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

About 5 minutes after Jack leaves, a small black cat with a white star shaped patch over his breast saunters down the sewers. It steps nimbly but quickly, avoiding as much moisture as it can. When it comes to the end of the line, it begins sniffing the air.

Scent check?