@ Menander
Thank you, sir, but a space by the fire won't be necessary. I don't get cold easily. Any free space will do.
Catriona moves to the clean inch of floor, nods to the Tiefling prestidigitator, maybe one inch is all his right hand can handle, and sets her bag down. Her owl Archimedes begins flying around her head, until she pulls out some food from her bag and begins to feed him. Archimedes eyes the food skeptically but eats anyway.
@ Archimedes
I know it isn't a mouse, but maybe you'll find one when you keep watch tonight.
Archimedes hoots gleefully and flies up to a beam near the ceiling and perches watchfully.
