[h3][color=bedded][b][center]Thomas Richard Harrison[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] Beside the cave? Outside the cave? Juxtaposed against the cave? Somewhere there's a cave filled with orcs within the nearby vicinity although how no one has managed to come up with way to avoid getting our throats slit at night by a mob of orcs, goblins or undead. 
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Satilla, Skittles. [/indent][/center]

Despite his distaste for felines, Thomas did owe Skittles an apology. Satilla was probably right, he had been a more than his fair share of jerk, thought at least it seemed the girls forgave him. Keystone would be another to apologize to, but the man seemed to have disappeared. His tea would get far too strong and bitter if he doesn't come back. And perhaps the analogy is rather quaint, that something left to overbrew should be bitter. One thing at a time, first the cat, and then the cook. In that order, given the cat didn't scratch him, bite him, or decide to go tear his face off in a fit of rage. Oh wait, the cook was the one trying to do something along those lines. And yet Thomas still disdained at interacting with the cat.

[color=bedded]"Well, puss, I hope you aren't too mad at me."[/color]  A cautious hand attempted to grasp the feline's back. A few levels in animal husbandry would be godsend right now. Or at least they would in the childhood games Thomas used to play with his friends. Before he was casted to be an actual wizard who burned down barns, froze cows to death, and drove people insane. Playing pretend was the best part after all, and sometimes, just sometimes, Thomas would love to be able to pretend he was normal. Just a non-magical farmboy sowing his oats and milking his cows. But there were other times of course, where being an adventuring type paid off. Traveling everywhere, and in the case of the most power of spellcasters, anywhen. Aspirations of greatness, to travel at the blink of an eye by a wave of a hand. And to be very, very far away from where they were right now.

[color=bedded]"I'm sorry kitty."[/color] A soft pat? Or rub? Something involving the shaking of Thomas's hand upon Skittles up and down the feline's spine. Did that make it all better?