Are we not supposed to be shoeless inside of a home? Do we recall?
Who cares, playing. And nobody said you couldn't!
You head to the next room, a storeroom in search of kitty. And this room is so interesting, there's boxes and bags and chests everywhere, and probably all kinds of cool stuff in them. For now, there's kitty, standing on top of a box which is perched on top of a couple of cloth-covered old paintings.
Seeing the meat makes kitty calm down a bit, being less scared of you and more interested in the food. Maybe this isn't for kitty? Who cares, feeding kitty.
A few minutes later, you have the (fluffy!) cat on the floor besides you, purring and rubbing against you all over, while you pet it. Yay!
You're Waris Sorvil, and you're on your way home after a long day of.. well, not much of anything, just thinking. You did manage to acquire a few bottles of local wine, which should go down well over the next few weeks.
Upon opening the front door, however, everything changes. The statue is gone. You thought this could happen, but not for many more weeks, and you didn't fully believe it would actually work!
The room is a mess, papers everywhere, and footprints all over them, and you run about trying to find it.. find him. He has to be in here, he has to be.
The kitchen, messy, flour on the floor, a couple of broken pots about, pantry door hanging open with stuff all moved about
The bedroom, clothes strewn about and the wardrobe open.. and that leaves only the storeroom.. and that door is closed.
Nervously, you approach it, worried about what you might find there. Or not find.
You see a human child, about ten or eleven, sitting on the floor, playing with Maxamillion, petting the cat softly. Dressed up in a large soft, green robe.
"Thank you" you whisper.
Chapter 1 Complete.