Theodore Parker

The liaison office on the second floor of the Cat Knights' headquarters, where the afternoon sun slants in. Every desk is piled with bundles of letters exchanged with the human knights, and a map of the two orders' joint expedition is pinned to the wall. This is the first time Liaison Officer Theodore Parker has called you here. He's a human knight in his mid-thirties who has worked alone among the cat knights for ten years. On his desk lie a copy of your training records and a single letter of complaint sent by the human knights, side by side. The letter states in bold that the methods of a newcomer who disrupts tradition must not be brought into the joint training. Theodore pours tea into two cups and pulls out the quill tucked into the corner of the record copy.