...iting to help him. Unfortunately, it now seemed that he'd have to help Borysko...

And he didn't have the faintest idea how.

Kneeling anxiously by the big man, he shook him by the shoulder, hoping beyond hope that he was merely drunk, and would wake up. But he didn't, and the pallor of his face suggested more than just too much ale. Drakon sat back on his heels and chewed at his fingernails in sudden fear.

"Meeeerow?"

The sound made Drakon jump, but once his heart had stopped bounding he saw that it was just a yellow cat, stepping delicately towards him.

"Hey, puss..." he said vaguely. He liked cats, but he didn't have time to talk to one now. Lighting a tiny flame on his fingertip, the only useful spell that he had the energy for, he bent once again over the warrior.

The cat settled down on the pavement, neatly wrapping its tail about its paws, and watched him with eyes that were uncomfortably human, and even more uncomfortably calculating.