Mystic Mog

As the adventurers exit her incense filled tent, Madame Morgana's brow furrows. Beckoning her coal black cat over to her from where it had been hiding from the great big slobbering dog, she muses aloud.

 "There's more to those adventurers than I'd initially thought. Shall we keep our eye on them?"

The cat gazes up with a bored look on its beautiful predatory face and purrs in response.

"I thought all four of them looked like idiots."

The old lady laughs.

"Perhaps you're right puss. Let's just see what we shall see."