Altaire padded through the loner lands with a casual strut. This was the first time in days he'd been able to get out of his beloved First Floor by himself. Normally, he had Morgana following along, or he was stuck at the Estate giving out missions. Of course, he enjoyed the power and enjoyed cats listening to his every command, but there were times where the charismatic tom wanted to go back to what he was good at: seeking relations, and seeking them of his own volition and at his own pace.

He let out a hum. The king was a cat who didn't like time alone, particularly. That was why he constructed the First Floor like he did. But, he also liked to do things on his own because that meant he could ensure things would be done correctly. Which is why, when he had important leads, he took them himself. Krespen was one of them. From what he had gathered, he believed that this was the son of Kerrigan. That meant that he was a cat who had theoreetical access in multiple different groups. It also meant that he'd be an interesting sort to talk to. Even if it was to prove that Krespen was useless, at least he'd have an interesting story.