Cirrsseeto walked into the bar, his ears drooped low. He walked with his claws extended, clinging to the sides of his pants. Sighing lowly, he looked around at everybody inside. There were plenty of Forrda here, but Cirrsseeto was not the least bit hungry.

The large Cizerack sat at the bar, biting on his lower lip slightly. Saarrreeaa had given him enough money to live on for the next three days, so he would be well off for the duration of his Kree-arr. Now, there were other things to take care of...