[This is interesting, watching another set of arrivals. Mogget mentally catalogues all those he sees - identifiable sometimes by their journals, but mostly by their state of utter bewilderment - but this particular newcomer makes him stop.
A creature made of metal. Mogget has never seen anything like it. He perches on the roof of one of the market stalls in cat form, and stares.]
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A creature made of metal. Mogget has never seen anything like it. He perches on the roof of one of the market stalls in cat form, and stares.]