Once the party had gathered with their bags and respective mounts, it finally came to Elise why the name ‘Mosswarren Enclave’ had sounded so very familiar. It was the commune that Pita had grown up in.
“Are we going to meet your family, Pita?” Elise asked as she hopped into the big cat’s saddle.
“I sure hope not.” Pita said as he climbed up into his own saddle.
The druid had finally gotten around to getting his own mount - a rather fluffy, white jackalope that made Lucky look like a lop eared dwarf. The mount suited Pita, as it was like him - stronger and feistier than one would suspect at first glance. Though, the manic glare in its red eyes was a bit of a giveaway.
The diminutive druid had named the beast Mr. Hoppity, and had so far been very insistent on the ‘mister,’ claiming tha
