Accompanied by the ringing of wind chimes near the inn's main door.
"Meow, meow, meow, it's so cold."
As the ancient wooden doors of the inn were gently pushed open, a chill rushed inside, with nobody in sight pushing the door.
Only by lowering your gaze, can you discover a little black cat strolling in.
And behind it, there were still several packets of bound-up groceries floating.
The shopping bags full of goods seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, floating in mid-air, maintaining almost perfect synchrony with the kitten.
It had a little bit of sparkling white snow on its back, and with a gentle shake of its body, the unmelted snow scattered.
Stepping into the entrance of the inn, only a few guests were present in the spacious lounge area, huddling near the edge of the fireplace to ward off the cold.
Even though the guests in the main hall noticed the magical elf cat, nobody found it strange, as it's quite normal to have a servitor in the Protoss Empire.