Tycondrius and Kanbrai watched Centurion Zenon Skyreaper work systematically. He used a combination of mundane mopping and mana-fueled pressure-washing to clean the blood from the roadstones.
"(He's pretty good at that,)" Kanbrai remarked.
"(He is...)" Tycon mused... "(Your plans from here, Mister Kanbrai?)"
The cat licked at his paw and brushed his face, "(I guess I'll level up by killing rats or somethin'.)"
Tycon raised an eyebrow, "(The Centurion and I are staying as guests of House Vanzano. Perhaps I can introduce our hosts to you as our companion?)"
The cat shook its head, "(I appreciate it, Tycon. But I'm a solo sort'a guy.)"
Tycon smirked, "(I commend your bravery, Mister Kanbrai.)"
"(Please don't.)" The cat mashed its face upon the stone, "(I put my points into a bunch of solo passives, 'cuz I didn't think I'd be able to find a team. I practically get reduced XP in a group.)"
Points? What could that possibly refer to?
