Bricks or Layers
Obtained: Cat Trade
[C] [NS] [SL] [BBFD3] [YYTT] [YN2P]
Carries: Longhair, Dilute, No White

If it pushed them to madness, then well, I'll give it my respects - but nothing more, and you'd be smart if you didn't, either.

A week into the camp's foundations, they emerged from their tents to find a whistling not-cat rolling stones and planks into the form of a primitive house. She gave them a nod, a cheeky grin, and resumed her work without stop - until at the end of the day, she had built an impressive little structure. Next to the Tower, its splendor faded and the air grew cold - but such things could be shaken away with the sound of bubbling soup and the chatter of not-cats.

She waited and watched, inspected the team, watched their faces, ears primed for whispers. And a week later, when she was satisfied she was safe, she sat at the bonfire and told a swift tale - speaking of her unnamed parents, enamoured by the Tower. Some years ago, when she was barely an adult, they'd disappeared into its doors and had never come out. And she'd never found a reason to stray from it for long - but had never felt the pull to explore it herself.

She refused to enter it - or even entertain the possibility. But she liked company, and she liked a good warm meal, and she liked diving her head into caves and caverns and pulling fancy rocks from the earth. And if they were willing to house her in return, she'd like to hear once in a while if they found anything of note - rare artifacts, blueprints or records, maybe her parents' partnership necklaces.

But she wouldn't shake a stick at the Tower itself.