[Death by Mirrors]

There certainly were many advantages about playing in a capital city, but right now Kieran could think of none. Ever since the early afternoon rain had been trickling on the cobblestones, and for at least two hours he was playing his fiddle in a pouring deluge. His only listener was a striped cat who - Kieran could've sworn on his twin sister's copper locks - grinned at the bard's misfortune. Not that he had ever seen a cat grin before, but maybe even stray animals around here were... well, mischievous. He had hoped he'd earn at least enough for a place in someone's stable and a meal, yet the townsmen seemed to enjoy his soaking wet figure too much to spare a penny. "You're not going to invite me home, huh?" Kieran said to the cat as he lowered his fiddle, not really expecting a reply. To his surprise however the cat meowed, trotted off a few steps and then looked back at Kieran, as if it expected him to follow.