The room had gone quiet except for the soft rustling of parchment and the occasional metallic clink of small trinkets being tossed aside, and Axelius now sat in an old but comfy-looking couch placed in the middle of the cluttered real estate shop.
His arms resting lazily on the armrest while Millie stood behind him and eyes fixed on the cat-eared woman who was still half-buried in a large wooden chest near the wall.
The cat woman moved quickly, her striped tail flicking with each movement, ears twitching with frustration as she muttered to herself in an anxious tone while throwing aside rolled maps, old scrolls, and shiny keys onto the floor one after another. "Where is it, nyah? It should be here, I saw it last week—I swear on my whiskers Nyah!"
