A completely unremarkable black cat sat by the fire pit, undisturbed by the commotion going around it, its eyes focused on a small satchel on far side of the inn. Drunkards, adventurers, mercenaries, rich folk with fancy weapons. People from all walks of life seemed to come and go, some even acknowledging the cat with a quick stroke of its ears, which the cat graciously accepted. It felt good to be acknowledged like that, even when it... [i]she[/i] was trying to go unnoticed. At least, for the time being.

The cat, in actuality an Alfiq Khajiit that went by the name of Mazathad-Dra, was just fine sitting near the warm glow of the fire. It was about time to find someone that would lend her a ride to High Hrothgar, but the thought of leaving this fire made her hesitate. It was still snowing harshly outside, so perhaps it would be a good idea to wait until later. Maybe until after nightfall, even. Yes, that was a good idea: stay here until the snowstorm blows over, then leave in better conditions. She just needed to wait a little while, maybe even close her eyes and-
No! She willed herself to stay awake, even among this gaggle of "adventurers" there were bound to be people looking to take advantage and make off with certain people's hard-earned valuables. She cast a quick glance at her satchel, which was still lying on a shelf, seemingly untouched from the time she left it there much earlier in the day. She had made a point to inscribe a small lightning rune onto the inside of the satchel's flap to deter any potential robbers, but it was bound to be dispelled soon. A quick check of the rune's status was long overdue.
Mazathad-Dra stood from her spot next to the pit and quietly made her way around the legs of the Inn's patrons and to the shelf that held her satchel.