Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190525013000/@comment-38232361-20190612135838

He relaxes a bit, then takes the reins of his mount and leads them both off the beaten path, grumbling under his breath. "Lousy narrator, making me look like a foo- ah!" He is cut off by a branch slapping his shin harshly, and isreminded that fourth wall breaks are not in the budget. He looks up with a scowl on his face and resumes walking with his lizard-bird-horse that from this point on will be known as a wingless hippogriff named Beck. He stops when he finds a tall tree with thick branches that looks just right. He hops back on and with two clicks signals her to climb up to the lowest and thickest branches 'bout thirty feet up.

Once there he once again dismounts, taking the branch next to Beck. He reaches in his pouch and tosses a weasel to the hippogriff, who happily munches on her treat as she rests on the thick, smooth bough. He then reaches into his bag and examines each piece of jewelry and coin that Freya and Greed had on them before they met him.