Aaron remained at his spot by the door. He was presently munching on one of the remaining apples that he'd retrieved the night before. He seemed quite content to stand there until the group finally decided it was time to leave. By the looks of things, there were still short one white cat. And maybe other people as well. To be honest, the ferret hadn't done much in the way of conversing, and he wasn't exactly sure how large this group was supposed to be.
Finishing his meager breakfast, Aaron pulled the book he'd stolen back the other day out of his cloak and flipped it open. It was a small, printed thing, about the size of the ferret's hand. It was quite thick, however. The covers were blank, leather. From this angle, one would have to look over his shoulder to see what it said.
