When the group left the carriage, Aaron had hung back. The ferret had detached himself from the group to scout the area. Finding nothing of any real interest, he proceeded after the group, enjoying the solitude while it lasted. As such, he was the last to arrive in the shantytown that was Sacunda.

Aaron had never been to this place. It was much to poor to support his needs, after all. As it turned out, rumors of the towns desolation were not that far off the mark. Why people continued to live here the ferret could not say. Too poor to move maybe, or too scared of what the outside world held. Either way, it was quite obvious the ferret wouldn't be making a living here.

The ferret crossed his arms under his cloak. He'd only heard the last bit of what the others were saying, but from it he could get a general idea.

"Spend any of your money here and the townsfolk will be all over you within the hour," Aaron cautioned. "Kids here'll steal your coin and you'll be none the wiser. Not as good a thief as me, of course, but pickpockets here are masters of the art. And that's only if they try to be stealthy about it. You'll probably be mugged at least once before the day's over if you're not careful."

A 'bumpy day'. From what bits of conversation the ferret had heard from his place at the door, that was a bit of an understatement. Once again, Aaron found himself questioning just what it was he had gotten himself into. At least the money was good. He couldn't question the small pile of golden coins he still had to himself.

Speaking of yesterday, Aaron hadn't seen that cat since she disappeared to stuff her face last night. Where had she gone off to? The ferret wasn't worried, per say, but with how much she had hung onto him the previous day, it seemed somewhat odd that she wasn't here. Had these people done something to her? Some of them did seem a bit unhinged. If his life was in danger, no amount of money on earth would make this job worthwhile.

He crossed his arms underneath his cloak. He would be watching these people closely.

Noting movement around the table, Aaron closed his book and returned it to his cloak. The ferret had not yet moved from his place in the doorway. He looked towards the remaining members of the group in the room.

"Are we leaving now?"

"Well enough," Aaron replied, "You must have had that cat on a leash, seeing as she didn't break down my door."

He didn't recall telling this particular person his name. Though he guessed Sukki shouted it loud enough that everyone heard.

"When will we be leaving?" he asked.

The ferret only nodded, before quickly shutting and locking the door again. Hopefully, that would prevent the cat from finding him. Aaron planned to eat and sleep in peace tonight. For now, he took a seat at the desk, and began eating.

Aaron was brought out of his relaxation by the sound of someone at the door. Had the damned cat found him again? He was about to shout for them to leave, when he remember that he actually had ordered dinner. Still, better safe than sorry...

"Who's there?" he called, rising to his feet.

Sukki's sudden attack was more than enough to knock Aaron off his feet. The ferret let out a surprised yelp before hitting the floor. He mentally took back his statement about a stiff breeze knocking her over. This cat was a lot stronger than she looked.

"Getoffame!" Aaron shouted, "I'm not buying you dinner, and you aren't bunking with me!"

The ferret's cloak had opened as he fell, thankfully. This saved him from getting cut on his own knives, but that was the furthest thing from his mind presently.

The ferret fished his money pouch out of his cloak pocket, counted out 15 gold pieces, and offered them to the innkeeper. This, of course, meant striding across the room, away from the door.

"First floor is fine," he said, "How much for a steak and some water?"

"500 gold and I'll tell you," Aaron replied, "Or you can ask the cat, she knows my name."

Perhaps if he was enough of a pain in the ass they'd drop his contract. In the mean time, he could line his pockets. He would need a bigger money pouch, though. No way his current one could hold that much gold.

"For the last time, I am a ferret!" Aaron shouted, "This mask on my face isn't for show you know, it's my actual fur! I'm a black-footed ferret! And maybe if you listened to me for five seconds, I wouldn't be scowling so much!"

The ferret angrily took a bite from his apple, managing to almost choke on the thing. He would very much like to put some distance between himself and the cat. He'd bed alone tonight. Outside if he had to. So long as it meant getting away from the damn cat.