Record of Complaints
[A dust-covered tome of complaints to the Dawnmaster.] Who allowed a pilgrim to pay for wine with a cat? And what sort of cat even is it?! One of my novices told me they saw it grow to the size of a humongous hound. That was moments before it attacked. The poor novice didn't stop trembling for a tenday. Please, I beg of you, can we just accept gold for goods like ordinary folk? And for gods' sakes, call on someone to get rid of that nasty animal!