[h1][color=D3D3D3] Kelsier Solidor [/color][/h1]

    Kelsier studied the scetch, still half thinking about the magic rune earlier. He had some idea, from the stories his father has told, that there were forces and creatures out there that defied normal logic. He was brought to the present by Spook's explinaion of what they were up against. [i]Teleporting, Canivrous Feline Dragons. Wonderful.[/i] The others immediately set to the difficult task, with various results, some hilarious and others painful. Kelsier just stood there, thinking about the task before he set to do it. [i]These things are small, nimble and have sharp claws and teeth. Grabbing them bare-handed, even with bait, is going to be a painful experience for both you and the feilidrake...could try to chase them, and wear them down, but that would be equally exhausting. If only I had a net. No, wait they would just teleport out of it.[/i] His plotting was interrupted by Spook's dramatic revilation of the feilidrake's weakness. [i]They can't teleport through metal...[/i] Then, a candlelight went on. Acting on his flash of genius, he hurredly got out of his coat. His coat was a heavy, armored jacket with many deep pockets that he usualy kept filled with stuff, some of it odd, like a carved wood doll, some of it cool, like a stone that he had found cracked open to reveal it's crystal geodes and some of it utilitarian, like some pencils and paper or flint and steel. With the stuff in the pockets to weigh it down, and the armor pieces, to pervent their teleportaion, Kelsier realized it could make a decent makeshift weighed net to catch a feilidrake or three. 

  Coat waded up and in hand, Kelsier stalked the Feliedrakes with the patience of a predator. He obsered their movements, which were remarkably similar to the cats they resembed, and waited for the perfect opportunity. Kelsier got in a position he could sping from and then didn't move a muscle. Anyone who saw him, could only tell him from a statue by the rise and fall of his breath. He could have gone for one at a time, but the noblegirl's challenge had sparked his competative spirit. It took awhile, but there was a moment when three nearby feilidrakes converged to frolic and tumble. In an instant, he tossed his coat, which spead out and landed on top of the three critters. But one, either faster or luckier than the others, saw the projecile and swerved to avoid it. It ended up near the edge of the cloth and struggled to get away. Unfortunately, its claws got tangled in the weave. Kelsier quickly snatched that one, and it proceded to try and mangle his hand. However, Kelsier's gauntlet thwarted its efforts. Kelsier carefully gathered his coat into a sort of bag, not letting the occasionaly teleporting feilidrakes escape. Kelsier was slightly troubled. [i]Now that I get a closer look, these things are rather cute.[/i] He though. [i]It seems a shame to lock them in cages. What could Spook want with so many of them? I hope it is nothing insidious.[/i] With the three struggling felidrakes in his coat, he followed his route back to where they had made camp.

  He emerged into the clearing. [color=silver]"Can someone lend me a hand here?" [/color] He said, loudly, showing the bag of squrming felidrakes and the one held gently but firmly in his right hand.