Tired

Even in the hot weather, he wore the gray cloak, and standing behind the half-elf like a shadow.

It giving off people a strange feeling.

The dinner was ended quickly, and everyone began to packed up their things.

They are prepared to depart.

Twenty-two people gathered at the inn's entrance.

"We're missing one person," the warrior, Dumil, frowned, he then turning around to ask Thurin's opinion, "What should we do?"

"Let it be, then," a voice full of energy rang out. 

The black-haired half-elf raised the small monster on his shoulder and show it in front of everyone.

"Silvanoir can join us, because Silvanoir is very capable."

Thurin looked up at the small monster in Ilodyer shoulder.

It's look smaller than a cat.

But when he saw at the proud face of the half-elf, he immediately scowling, "Don't make trouble for me. Take your pet back."