As the afternoon sun began to wane, the adventurers debated what exactly to do with their new kitten, which hissed a lot and appeared to have outsized claws. Dermot argued for healing Old Scratch, leaving his kitten form in the area and taking away the cat magic after they got a headstart. Rosten was dubious at the prospect of outrunning an angry bear, while Aerikoth noted that he did not have a spell prepared to counter the polymorph one he had just cast. Darrow instead volunteered to keep what he called a cute kitten, reaching down to pet it with an armored glove that resisted Old Scratch’s best efforts to claw him. The dwarf then poured out a tin of Ironhelm ale, which the kitten enjoyed more and more after a frenzy of clawing at the mailed gauntlet.
When Lloria pointed out that it would be a bad idea to have an angry bear in their midst after a stray spell undid the polymorph in a fight, the others – Darrow reluctantly – agreed to the re-transformation plan, which they would execute after Aerikoth prepared another spell. The wizard suggested that his companions return to Old Hamish’s cabin with the kitten for the night, promising to meet them there the following morning at the latest. They could then return to the forest and release the beast. Darrow grumbled that Dermot got a wolf companion, while all he wanted was a kitten. Old Scratch, woozy by this point from the ale, allowed the dwarf to lure him into a box where the tin with the alcohol was placed. Aerikoth then stood still a moment, eyes growing distant before he quickly spoke a word of arcane power and disappeared.
When Lloria pointed out that it would be a bad idea to have an angry bear in their midst after a stray spell undid the polymorph in a fight, the others – Darrow reluctantly – agreed to the re-transformation plan, which they would execute after Aerikoth prepared another spell. The wizard suggested that his companions return to Old Hamish’s cabin with the kitten for the night, promising to meet them there the following morning at the latest. They could then return to the forest and release the beast. Darrow grumbled that Dermot got a wolf companion, while all he wanted was a kitten. Old Scratch, woozy by this point from the ale, allowed the dwarf to lure him into a box where the tin with the alcohol was placed. Aerikoth then stood still a moment, eyes growing distant before he quickly spoke a word of arcane power and disappeared.