The mage that runs this bookshop barely says a word. He’s very shy. But his debonair familiar more than makes up for any quietness. Sure, Chester can only speak in meows, but he’s so confident and at ease that you don’t really need words, he just makes sense. That is the magic of some animals, and Chester has turned this skill into an artform.
He knows every book in the store and exactly where to find them. He reclines in any available spot, guiding anyone with questions with a simple swish of his paw or a nod of his head. If he needs to move, it looks as though he is dancing, and he has been known to play a few quick notes on the piano in the corner. The shop sees a lot of young students and all are smitten with this casual kitten, and I can’t say I blame them.