Jembi was ready for a rest after a long bout of traveling. Making his way through the wilds was dangerous in the eyes of many, but the half-elf was skilled in the ways of survival and archery, so he felt ready to face any dangers he could reasonably expect. Until the giant cave bear stumbled upon him while he was making camp. That hadn't gone over well, so he made his way back to civilization.
"I'm going to get that bear one of these days. It isn't normal. It isn't proper," he mumbled to himself as he pushed the door open and stepped through. The place had a rustic charm, for sure, with its rugged wooden slats and handmade tables and chairs. He sat himself down, set his longbow and quiver on the chair next to him, and he ordered a couple of mugs of mead. So parched, when they arrived he downed one in only a few gulps. But when he started on the second, he was able to nurse it a bit more, only draining about a third of it in his first 'sip.'
He grinned at the serving maid who brought his drinks. She had a fine physique and long, braided raid hair, like she had come out of one of the barbarian tribes. "A mighty fine frame you got there, missy," he told her. "What have you got on the menu tonight?" He was about to make a witty comment about her when his friend stepped in.
An enormous bobcat jumped up, landing on the chair across from Jembi, and the cat stared at him with the half-glazed but nonetheless superior expression of a cat. It then turned and began to stretch, digging its front claws into the wood under it as its forelegs shifted in front of it. Jembi didn't need elven hearing to catch the sound of wood being separated from the chair in tiny splinters. The bobcat turned and gave a saucy sway of its hips before it faced him again, its expression this time turned up in what Jembi could only interpret as a grin, and it shifted to stretch its back legs this time.
Meanwhile, the barmaid shook her head and stalked off, muttering something about animals in the inn. Jembi glared at his friend and muttered in the sylvan tongue to the bobcat. It glared at him - or near enough - when it caught the tone of his message.
"Don't give me that face. All you want to do is hop up into her lap and get rubbed on like some kind of housecat. You are a failure of an animal companion, B'bekh. Always ready to lay down for ear rubs and cat treats." Jembi shook his head and leaned back in his seat, cursing under his breath about domesticated wild cats.