As the magic cat limbed up her shoulder, Dura reached over with her other arm and stroked along her back, running her gloved hand softly through the feline's short fur. She had stories in the past of magic cats, though she never believed them. She looked at the cat, her amber-gold eyes meeting with the cat's. And then she spoke softly in a tone of light amusement. "So what brings you here? Surely you aren't just some inn cat. Are you here for the reason I am, to hunt these dragons that plague Skyrim now?" She wasnt really expecting an answer, so when she finished talking she picked up her mug again, drained the mead, and set it down. Her drink finished, she picked her mask back up and set it back upon her face, a rather good fit, though a rather shady look, to be certain. Ready to go, she bent back down, giving the feline an easy jump to the floor if she chose.