Yet again, Felina was nearly out of money.
It didn't really matter to her whether she had money or not. She could always rely on the wilderness for sustenance. But every once in a great while, she would grow weary of hunting and have a warm meal in a village of some sort.
Yet she was almost broke, maybe enough for one more hot meal. She then realized that she couldn't spend her whole life wandering this vast world. She needed a job.
The cat-girl was in luck, because she had just arrived in a town called Ketra. This was a perfect opportunity for her to find some work for herself, and to put her skills to good use. So she wandered into the town, her cat tail swaying to her barefoot steps, her cat ears perking to the many sounds of activity.
After a few minutes of walking, she came to a restaurant, a promising place for a job. With her travel pack filled with spices and herbs slung over her back, she entered the establishment, eying the place as she did. Seemed comfortable enough, she decided. She took a seat at the bar counter, waiting for someone to come and take her order.
