[h1]Kaja[/h1]
[b]November 18, 7:03 P.M.
West Commons, Pale Horse[/b]

"Finally!" thought Kaja. "I've finally managed to ditch that glowing brat!" Kaja had simply pointed out a far more interesting resident then himself and quickly hurried along when he was distracted. He was already close so he decided to visit with the clan's greatest "business" partners one Mr. Morgan. And leading Aasiya he entered the Pale Horse.

As he entered the tavern he scanned the rooms for Morgan his eyes rested at the gambling hall, were some of his kin were enjoying a very spirited game of dice. Eventually he spotted Morgan exiting the kitchen and he ran up to great him. "Ahhh, Mister Morgan my father regrests not being here in person but he sent me in his stead to discuss the latest shipments." The young Cat-kin said with a bow.

"The casks of beer have arrived as scheduled, and our supplier has even sweetened the deal with 10 bottles of cola from America." Kaja smiled, "I think hes nervous well cut him out of the deal. He isn't wrong. My father was thinking of starting two small brewery's. One in your bar the other at the clan house he seeks only your permission for the second."

"As the contract states we are to inform you whenever firearms are sold upstairs and we have just smuggled in a shipment of British service revolvers. Police issue not for hunter use." he added quickly.

"Final order of business our 'poachers' have made a report. Two have made it in from Germany with some choice cuts. Unfortunately Nenet and Kaarle have been discovered killed. Silver Battalion caught them as they were headed home. Oh and Kree is back from his 'safari', I suspect he will want to deliver personally." Kaja shuddered as he said the last name Kree was disturbing to most people but to Kaja... he just dident trust the man.

"Also if you have any special requests or matters that need attention now would be the time to ask."