"That crazy cat has been following us since we left the grove," said Eric.
"No I'm not!" came a voice. "I'm just traveling in the same direction!" That was when a cat-like creature appeared in front of the two of you, all but startling you.
"Easy," said Eric, as he looked at you. "It's one of her illusion tricks. She's nearby though." He looked at the illusion. "How have things been Swift Grass?"
"You do realize that I can use this illusion to cast spells," the illusion said.
"I know," said Eric. "I also know that you can only be so far away, or else the illusion dissipates."
The illusion grinned. "I also know what you want."
"And what is it that I want?" Eric asked.
"Your grandmother's drinking cup," the illusion said. "Kind of plain-looking when you look at. Still, would have fooled the average snatcher, but I'm not the average thief. I'm a Softpaw blessed by the God of Trickery, and I saw through that disguise and saw, a rather plain and ordinary cup. There wasn't any magic in it!"
"What are you talking about?" Eric asked. "I've seen that chalice. I know what it looks like."
"I also know that you think that I stole it too," said Swift Grass. "Thought about it. Was going to. Was in the process of doing so when I noticed the most important thing - it was fake. Someone else stole it, not me."
Eric groaned. "I was hoping that this would be easy, and then we could find the Staff of Light."
"Good news is, I've found out who did steal it," said Swift Grass. "Bad news is, they also have that item too."
"You know about the Staff of Light?" you asked.
Swift Grass scoffed. "Any servant of the Gods knows that one. Fully resurrects the dead, providing that they haven't been dead more than a thousand years, and restores them to their prime."
"Grey dwarves?" Eric asked.
"I wish," said Swift Grass. She, or rather the illusion, looked at you. "Decent batch of folks, outside of a certain few who hold resentments against other dwarves for issues that happened in the past, with most trying to bury the battleaxe and war hammer with their estranged kinfolk." She looked at Eric. "It was some sort of cleric, or wizard. I'm not sure which, as they can wear armor like a cleric, but most of the spells they use are that of a wizard. As for their race, I couldn't tell. They are also followed by a pack of zombies and skeletons. Almost got caught by them when I tried following them, but luckily, the undead can't tell the difference between a real cleric, and an illusion of one filled with holy magic. Sadly, the main one got away."
Eric groaned. "I am going to hate this job." He looked at the illusion. "Alright. I believe you. You going to stop sneaking around now?"
You heard something behind you. You turned to watch as a similar-looking cat-like creature climbed down from a tree.
They smiled. "Took you long enough." She came up to the two of you, leading her own horse, which had been hiding behind a large bush.
"You always did like to hide," said Eric.
Swift Grass chuckled. "Still upset about the bath incident?"
"When one needs clothes in the middle of the night, it gets annoying," said Eric.
"You're letting her join us?" you asked.
"When dealing with the undead, always have a cleric," said Eric. "You don't have to like them, but I'd rather she be on my side than not, especially when dealing with undead."
"I knew you loved me," said Swift Grass.
"I'd rather lock you up," said Eric. "But, in this case, I'll need someone with the capability to get rid of the undead effectively."
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