The cat. [He repeats it back, by way of confirmation.] A thing called Pocketcat, who's followed me my entire life. From the fields and woods my parents dragged me through, to the alleyways and gutters of Rondon, the baron's estate, and after.

Wherever I went, there he'd be. Reminding me what I really was. I even... turned into him for awhile here. And I don't mean that story you and I paced through.