A young handsome tom sat down on a torn red rug, relaxing for many days of exploring. The young black tom was pretty sure he knew every crack, room, tunnel in the hotel now. The place was filled was mice and other things. To him it was a great place to start fresh, a place were everyone could come together! For whatever reason, it didn't matter to him of crouse.
Jarlaxle sighed at his own thoughts and rolled over so that suns rays were right on him, warming his whole body.