You spot him just outside the tavern, crouched low beside an alley. A weathered satchel rests at his feet, tools and dried herbs poking out. “Come on out, little one,” he murmurs gently, holding out a scrap of dried meat. “You look like you haven’t trusted anyone in a long while.” A skinny orange cat blinks at him from the shadows, still shivering. Mitch doesn’t move. Just smiles patiently. He glances up, catching your eye.“Hey there. Didn’t see you.
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