Chapter 61: Ch. 60 – Catling’s Cowl of the Void

Momo groaned. Why did everything in this world come with terrible disclaimers?

Then again, limitless capacity. It was the bag she dreamed of – endless. She supposed it was worth giving a whirl. She called for Dusk, who appeared in front of her, tail wagging slowly through the air.

“Dusky, get in the bag, please.”

The cat obliged with a happy meow, dropping itself into the bag. Its head poked out happily. Momo was confused. Isn't it supposed to be endless? Dusk could sit in it with no problem at all. Not to mention there was no blood anywhere.

“Okay, out of the bag,” Momo motioned. Dusk complained, obviously comfortable. “Come on, I don’t have all day."

Begrudgingly, Dusk pushed a paw out of the bag. As soon as she did, bursts of blood shot out of the fabric, dousing her completely. Momo watched, appalled, as Dusk slunk out of the bag, dragging an entire pool of blood behind her. In her undead form, it was even more terrifying – a skeleton strewn with blood.

A typical necromancer’s delight, probably, but not Momo’s. She nearly fainted.

“Nope, absolutely not,” she said as she shoved the backpack back where it came from. “No chance.”

Then again… She could just use the backpack to transport some large, valuable items out of the vault, and then sell the enchanted pack to a trader. She was sure the item probably went for a pretty penny, given its capabilities.

With the remaining backpacks too small to even carry Dusk, Momo resigned herself to the idea.

“Fine,” she sighed, putting the backpack back on her shoulders. She stared at Dusk. “But you’re walking. No more bloodbaths.”

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Dusk meowed solemnly.

She proceeded to the next chamber – the armor vault. Like the other chamber, it was mostly a collection of sets best befitting knights and paladins, with a small subsection for leather wearers and mages. She trotted over to the Mage section, and recoiled at the amount of white clothing. So bright. She had ventured out into the world of wearing blue, but that was as far as she’d go, her hard limit.

“Now what is this?” she cooed happily, finding something black hidden in the corner. It had a label stapled to it, reading CONFISCATED CONTRABAND - PROCEED WITH CAUTION. That sounded exciting.

She spread the small piece of fabric out on the floor. It appeared to be some sort of cowl. Two, cat-like ear flaps sprung out of the top. They were hollow pieces of fabric, designed as if real, human-sized cat ears were supposed to fit in there.

It had to be a hat designed for some sort of cat-type halfling.

“Oh my god,” she grinned. “Dusk, we can be twins.”

She quickly pulled the cowl over her head, and it fit snugly. It was nice and warm, and would be great to protect her from the winter.