Mithril listens to her words and looks back at Whiskers wide-eyed. Kneeling down she promised the priestess "I will bring Boccob back any knowledge I gain on my journeys for this favor. I am in your debt." Standing back up she turned to Natalia, and noticed for the first time the armful of gear she was holding. "I wouldn't wonder if the shopkeeper thinks me mad now. Maybe we will have better luck at Victor's."

Whiskers just snuggled into his normal spot behind her neck, the afternoon's activities having drained him of energy. He wished he could talk to Mithril, and tell her not to worry about him, but settled for calm, sleepiness instead.

As Mithril felt the well known feeling she relaxed, Whisker's only felt like that when he was safe.