"And you probably never will, which could be a positive or a negative depending on how one looks at it. You can thank the taint for that."

Got to love that whole 'fight hard, die young' caveat. It's a barrel full of laughs.

Anders immediately goes to pick up the cat, smiling like a mother holding her newborn baby for the first time. "Hello there! Oh, don't mind Nathaniel, he's not terribly creative. It's not his fault--we can't all be perfect. Don't worry, we'll fix you up good and proper with a name soon."

Even Frederick would be better than Cat.

Cradling the kitten in his arm and stroking its soft belly with his other hand, he glances at the cat's master. "Well, some mages don't seem to be fond of anything. Ask Velanna. You have a Velanna, right?"