When Alver awoke that morning, he had not expected to encounter a talking cat.

  Despite being a young elf at 37, he had thought he had seen or at least heard of most things he might encounter.

  The cat completely shattered what he knew about the world.

  But that confusions lasted for a short time, as all 5 members of the adventuring group had fallen ill, and thought to be even sicker due to their mentions of a talking cat.

  It was a strange sight for Albert to behold as he questioned them, they were all adamant that a talking cat named “Fuori” had eaten a slime whole.

  The strangest part, being that they found it normal, and did not question the notion of such a thing.

  Ellie was the only one who strangely enough, showed no symptoms whatsoever. Albert being able to discern what put her apart from the rest, chalked it up to a coincidence.

  But Ellie was quite a conspiracy theorist.

  Ellie sat in a room with Alver, her questioning him to figure out what exactly is wrong with him.

  “Did we talk to a cat?”

  “Yes”

  “Do cats talk?”

  “No”

  “Why were we able to talk to that cat then?”

  “Because…”

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  Ellie was had been repeatedly interrogating him and had gotten nowhere, he would always stop when his statements contradicted. She had tried another route though.

  “Say this sentence is untrue” commanded Ellie.

  “What?” asked Alver in response.

  “Say this sentence is untrue” she reiterated.

  He repeated “This sentence is untrue.”

  Ellie had begun to spin a theory on what exactly was happening here. Given the fact that people seem normal with ideas unrelated to the cat, whatever was going on was not a simple curse of confusion.

  She had begun to think that the cat was some evil spirit, or a demon, sent here to confuse and spread a mind affecting curse.

  Her theorizing was cut short by her dad telling her to stop bothering Alver while he is sick.

  She left the room, leaving Alver in peace, away from her interrogations.

  After the old man left the cat alone, he had thought would get some well needed sleep after many restless nights.

  This would not pan out in the way he thought it would.

  He would later awaken to find his doors open or completely gone, many of his valuable objects broken or half gone. He would also find no strange cat, and no ruminants of his ritual or the books he used to accomplish it.

  But for now…

  I have been waiting here for a time, and I have decided that it is better to do something than to not.

  I take a look around the room once again, and spot the spot that I had appeared.

  There are several objects surrounding some carvings in the desk. They are paper bound by some type of leather, books I think.

  There are also some rocks and a knife, presumably used to carve out the desk.

  I sniff each object one by one, and determine whether I want it or not.

  The rocks, while not unappetizing, don’t smell particularly tasty, but I eat them anyway.

  Quite crunchy.

  The books seem to have a different kind of taste, I don’t want to eat them per se, but I still want them.

  Hmmm…

  How do I take them.

  Could I make myself extra legs to hold the books?

  That might be hard.

  I wonder if I can send them to my domain?

  Wait.

  Is my domain mine still?

  Maybe I should see if I can send these books there and see if anything happens.

  I grab a random book and ask the world to send it to my domain.

  Nothing happens.

  I try it with a different book, and nothing again.

  I try it with all the books, & some rocks that I find in the room.

  All of my attempts result in nothing. Even when I try to cut rocks in half to make it easier, nothing goes there.

  Maybe there’s a way I’m missing here?

  Maybe I can only send things that are me?

  Whatever the case, I still have to carry these books. Maybe there’s something in this room to help me.

  I spend a little while looking for anything that can carry things.

  Eventually, I find a sack, it is brown and has space for only a few books. I try to fix this by stretching the space in the bag, but this only turns the bag to dust.

  Then I have a fantastic idea!

  I can be the bag.

  So I make an opening on my paw, stretching the space in it so that I have plenty of space, but it doesn’t interfere with the outside world.

  I put all of the books and some other objects in my paw.

  Then I set off to leave this room.