A little kitten limping about, black fur with a white belly, whose tail ends in a white tip, mews softly.
*It's so lonely here, meow. It's been two days since I've seen momma, or had any milk. My siblings don't move anymore, and they feel so cold. I'm starting to feel cold, too. And sleepy. So sleepy, meow.* the above average intelligence kitten contemplates. *Maybe I can find a wizard to take me in? Or a ranger or druid? Momma said she was a familiar, but that I shouldn't meet her master. Oh momma, where are you?*
These words are vocalized as a weak, pained mewling that echoes softly in the waterdeep alley.
*Maybe, if I close my eyes, I can see momma again . . . .*