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While you wait for the candlehop to return, the three of you wander the market, keeping your eyes open and your ears attuned to anything that might help you find out more. You don’t hear much, just the usual whispers about magisters and Templars and Venatori; no matter what side people are on, every group has its untrustworthy members, and the dwellers of the poorer parts of Minrathous see more of them than most.

Old statues on square stone pedestals watch over you as you step from one narrow alley into the next. Most of them provide some small measure of shelter from the rain for the people who sit beneath them, hoping for a coin or a morsel from those more fortunate. Next to one, though, you spot a cat. Small, black, and scrawny, it has clearly seen better days—but then, few street cats in Minrathous haven’t.

• To pet the cat, turn to page 28.
• To leave the cat alone, turn to page 29.