OOC: So... We're going to Alba?

ooc: i guess

(OOC: *starts to sing country* Sweet home, Alba! That's where I want to be!")

Lynx stretched out, and gave his two cents. "Everyone gets a horse, we'll just steal them. Tama can leave weapons behind for payment for the ones we do steal. If someone doesn't want a horse, they aren't coming. Now, I helped Alba out 60 years ago I think, so it shouldn't be to hard to get their trust. And if we get moving soon, we should beat Cid's army there."

"I think you're forgetting something, Tigger. 60 years ago, you were a cat. And now, you're missing quite a few cat-like features. How do you know they'll believe you?"

"He's got a point. I doubt anyone will believe you were a cat, I don't."

"Two reasons. One, I'm part cat, hence the ears, claws, fangs (I forgot, did the tail carry over?). And two, King had son, son should be king now, son will remember things that only I would know that happened inside the castle. So I'll just tell him."

"That's assuming, Catboy, the Albans don't think we're spies and arrest us."

"I wouldn't get arrest, but if you do, who really cares?"

(OOC: I think the tail is gone.)

"If we're arrested, buddyboy, it's gonna be REAL bad for you. I don't like being thrown in jail, and you might just lose those ears next time I see you afterwards.