• Closed • Gone.

[Ent]

The rumour mill around Scalvoris town was certainly alive with what had happened and Padraig being shut away most of the day had meant that he'd missed it all. Them not having informed him was not really that surprising. Many people heard and saw things and never spoke out, often was the way with witnesses, most people just wished to avoid danger. The normal man or woman was not interested in getting caught up in a series of events that could get them killed.

It seemed, though, that Pash and Kali'rial were not the most bog standard of people. Both having approached Padraig and offered their services to him in their investigation. It did seem that Padraig had a plan though, being quick on his feet it seemed he had already worked out what he would do. In fact he had figured out what they would do. It seemed Padraig was more of a leader than one would expect, at least when Faith was in danger it was the case.

So, following his order, they would all set about collecting what they needed. Pash and Lai'rial heading off one way in order retrieve their items and Padraig in the other. Weapons and other useful items piled into a bag for Padraig, ready to be used against whatever would get in their way no doubt. Then onto the enormowls. Unfortunately they would allow Padraig only the one creature, not enough to carry the three of them. However, his assumptions about the bird being able to find Faith could still be a possibility.

One thing Padraig may wish to note as he requested the owl was the lecture given to him by the bird keeper at the menagerie. The importance of the bird being returned safe and the large cost if it were not the case, the reasoning for this was the important part though. "These birds are very hard come by, only found in the mountains unless owned by the militia. If this one is hurt it will cost you a lot, they are not cheap." If Padraig had his right head on he might realise the importance of this otherwise he could always rely upon the bird.

Returning to the spot Padraig would be equipped and hopefully so two would his two companions. However, they were not alone and their meeting was not a secret to he who would wish it fail, not that they knew that. The small doll upon the rooftop was easily visible to anyone who would have reason and need to look up their, however, for this exact reason it was well hidden. The next step for the small entourage would be setting off wherever it was they intended to check.

[Padraig]

The ordinary man or woman, the general citizenry of Scalvoris Town, Padraig could understand fully why they might not want to become involved in a situation like this. He probably wouldn't be of a similar inclination, but he did recognize it for what it was. The militia however? What were they good for, if not for hopping to in an effort to keep the peace and order of things, if not to pursue those who were bent on disrupting that very order? Who was a prominent enough citizen that they might show more than a passing interest? Padraig might not be particularly interested in politics. But since Kura apparently was and had a personal interest in the way things went, when all of this was over he intended to speak with her about it.

There was no time though at the present and it appeared that it was only him and the pair who'd promised their help, to do what Padraig believed the city's armed force ought to be doing as well. His impressions of some others weren't improved any when not only was he allowed the single enormowl, but he also received a lecture on how valuable and rare the creatures were. "Thank you for your concern," he spat out between clinched teeth. Never before had the scholar felt such an inclination to give someone a very swift kick in the pants. "Unfortunately however the men who took my fiance haven't gotten the memo." He might still do some kicking and knocking of heads together, once he returned with Faith, and Immortals willing, safely. Both the keepers and the city's security forces.

But the mountains were exactly where he'd be heading, and he made quick work of returning to the place he'd vowed to meet the other two. Except the act of meeting up required them to be there waiting for him, or arrive just as he did. Padraig didn't intend to wait around since each bit that Faith was gone, meant she was in all the more danger. On the way, he pulled out an article of Faith's clothing that he'd grabbed at the house when he was getting his things. She'd worn it on a number of their visits with the enormowl and it was Padraig's hope that the creature would recognize it. Not by smell, but by sight. He suspected that it was sight that mattered to the creature. But also there must be some homing instinct that would prompt the owl towards the mountains. "We're going to find Faith," he said.

As for the second wooden figure watching from on high? Since finding the first one and discovering the stone, Padraig was working under the assumption that he was being watched. It wouldn't have come as any surprise had he seen it watching. He'd have knocked it off its perch with an arrow otherwise. But his immediate concern was getting underway. So if the other pair arrived, they'd find him already aboard the enormowl and settled in his seat. And just a bit later, whether they had or not, he'd head out towards the mountains.

[Pash Raj'oriq]

Enormowls?

Cold weather gear?

It had indeed been Faith who was kidnapped.

Pash listened, trying to imagine how exactly what Padraig described had happened actually occurred in broad daylight and no one doing a thing about it. The neighborhood was residential, it was true, but weren’t there guards? A military? Weren’t there city guards who were also patrolling on enormowls on occasion throughout the day? Wouldn’t they see something? Apparently not. Well, it was a damn good thing he could defend himself, then, given how reliable officials he was expected to trust were turning out to be, from guides to guards, and the tall Biqaj was only more motivated to assist the other man after his telling.

It was going to really be a terrible thing to be those kidnappers soon enough.

The question he wanted to ask, but didn’t, was why? Why would anyone want to kidnap Faith? He clearly didn’t know enough of anyone’s history to even make a guess.

His tide pool gaze lingered on the stone when Padraig mentioned magic before looking to the chewed, broken pieces of the wooden doll. Aware of other Domains, he didn’t need to be told: Necromancy was also his conclusion. Perhaps for Kali’s sake, he should have said something out loud, but he didn’t. Whoever had Faith was really going to be pissing off an Immortal or two as well, considering those she followed with tale-worthy devotion despised most magic, but especially Necromancy.

Everything was about to get very ugly.

“O’ course we’re comin’.” Pash answered the question that was not asked as if it was an unnecessary assumption to even be made. They’d come to see if what they’d heard was true. It was more than true, and the seafaring minstrel wasn’t just going to stand around and hope for the best. He was going to make sure of it. That, and honestly Padraig did not look like he should be going alone. This was beyond personal, yes, but Pash could only guess at how dangerous the situation was for some solo rescue, “I doubt y’ should be goin’ b’ yourself, as much as y’ may be able t’ pull off th’ one man army thing, maybe an extra mind an’ arm’r two will do some good. For you an' for Faith—”

Someone had to be the anchor of sanity. It would probably have to be Kali'rial.

“—We will meet y’ back here.”

And so they did.

It was a tight squeeze of time for the pair to get back to his sloop, The Muse, and gather supplies. Pash had decided after the misadventures of the Immortal’s Tongue and the Scalroth Jungle that he needed to be properly equipped should some other adventure call his name, and a few hundred nel later, he indeed was ready for just about anything. He couldn’t help but complain, tugging on heavy, stuffy boots, looking to Kali as they both gathered their things from his boat, but at least the barefoot Sev’ryn could commiserate. They could talk quietly about how crazy this trial was, how strange that someone they knew had been kidnapped, and how finally—finally—they were doing something dangerous together instead of apart. Not that this at all felt like an adventure, no. This was a different fish entirely, but just as slippery.

That said, it was Ymiden. He wasn’t about to completely dress for cold weather adventuring until he needed to, so most of his winter gear—a coat, a hat, gloves—he packed neatly into his rucksack, also grabbing the spelunking kit he’d graciously allowed the over-excited shop owner to convince him he needed. He left his lute behind, of course, but did tuck away the Eligrund harmonika he’d picked up earlier in the season, completing his preparations with his leather bracers and Masterwork tamo daggers.

Once Kali was ready, they raced back through the streets, probably looking somewhat a strange pair, to meet back where they’d promised, already sweaty and out of breath from the heat that seemed to drift from the very ground here in Scalvoris Town, let alone the weather itself.

When Padraig landed, it was all the seafaring musician could do to contain himself. He didn’t like large land mammals and now he wasn’t quite sure if he liked large birds. Pash had never seen an enormowl up close, and even in his surprise and awe over the creature, the tall Biqaj could count,

“No’ t’ be th’ ass pointin’ out th’ obvious, but that’s only one, uh, enormowl.” He knew he was indeed overstating the obvious, calloused fingers reaching to rub the back of his neck in concern and confusion. The baritone of his voice wasn’t rude, but the adrenaline of the moment was not enough to keep his words from sounding enthusiastic, either, “An’ we’re no’ gonna all fit. If we’re goin’ o’er land, there’s no way we can keep up with you—“

He paused, aware that Kali had a horse and gave her time to speak for herself on the subject. He had an idea where they were going (Ishallr, the mountains, a place cold and frozen no matter what the weather on the rest of Scalvoris), but even a horse couldn’t keep up with something that flew. That much, he knew. He’d ride it again if he had to, it was true. Faith was worth getting on that awkward land mammal for. Mostly,

“—If we’re leavin’ Scalvoris by sea, I’ve got a sloop. It’s prob’ly jus’ as fast t' reach Ishallr by sea anyways, ‘specially if th’ wind's right.”

The seafaring minstrel rolled his shoulders, willing to do what was necessary as quickly as possible, but only if it was, indeed, possible. He’d just lugged all his gear from The Muse and now he was going to have to lug it back again. In damn boots. Thank goodness he was not the priority here. Pash kept his complaints to himself, instead choosing to pass a bit of resentful judgement on those who claimed to serve Scalvoris as protectors.

Pash was observant, but not necessarily of his surroundings when focused on people. And right now, it was true, his focus was on people. Padraig, he’d decided, could use some assistance. Faith had been kidnapped. And Kali was at his side. Did he even know which house belonged to his friends? No, he’d never been invited over, and it was probably for good reason. They’d found the street thanks to the talk around town, not out of familiarity. So, whatever was on the roof watching them? The tall Biqaj was clueless.

“We should keep sight o’ each other, aye? I’m easy t’ spot. Th’ Muse has an orange hull that should be visible above th’ waves. That thing—th’ enormowl—I can’t miss.”

Shopping Ledger!

Not purchased in half a break, obviously. This was more likely purchased sometime after the misadventures of the Immortal’s Tongue and the Scalroth Jungle to, you know, be prepared.

• Wool coat = 19gn2sn5cn
• Thick cotton shirt = 22sn5cn
• Wool cap = 22sn
• Leather pants = 15gn
• Leather gloves = 10gn
• Leather boots, knee = 5gn
• Spelunking kit = 30gn
• Masterwork Tamo Daggers, pair = 160gn
• Total = 239gn 69sn 5cn

[Kali'rial]

Looking at the stone in Padraig's hand, the huntress frowned at his comments. Animating the broken wooden mess on the ground? Magic then. She felt a chill up her spine, knowing full well that some users of magic - like Pash - were good people. There were also however, bad people that used magic. Something told the brunette that animated wooden things associated with enormowls and kidnapping could only be done by someone using bad magic. To further the thoughts, Faith wasn't a young naïve child, she was a smart and focused woman. To snatch her from the streets had to have taken some planning. Some skill.

Nodding as the scholar gave them very clear directions she looked around the street again shaking her head at the fact that this had happened, in broad daylight, and not a soul had stopped it happen. The Sev'ryn felt that she was strong enough to look after herself, but the idea that the militia couldn't stop the kidnapping made her feel unsafe. Frowning, she drew her eyes back with a firm nod. If there had been an expectation on her to stop Pash volunteering their help, Kali had missed the memo.

In her glancing around the huntress found no reason to look up, therefore did not spot the small doll on the roof.

Turning hot on her heels to follow Pash, Kali'rial moved quickly once on The Muse to gather her bow and arrows, dressed in her linen hunting dress, arm guards and oiled leggings, strapping her belt and hunting knife to her waist and thigh respectively. She threw together her rucksack with rope, yak fur cloak, thick winter leggings and a pair of fur lined knee high hide winter boots that she'd begrudgingly purchased since her trip to Immortals Tongue. There was no way they were going on her feet until absolutely necessary. Slinging her lantern and fire making kit into the pack, along with a bundle of dried molerat meat, the huntress threw it on as she ran from the docks with Pash back to the place they were to meet Padraig again. The man had been one of those on the boat to Immortals Tongue, but aside from that brief meeting the only knowledge of him she had was from word of mouth. Either via the tall sailor, or general town chatter. Hopefully he didn't find her coming along to help an intrusion of his privacy. Faith was not just her employer, Kali also considered her a friend - one of the very few she'd made - and it would never sit right if she didn't help save her.

Besides, there was no way in Moseke's graceful light would she let Pash run off on another dangerous adventure without her. It was a team effort.

Standing with hands on hips as she caught her breath, the Sev'ryn muttered in awe as the great bird landed with Padraig on its back. She didn't have much of any experience with sky-mounts, but the woman found it beautiful. Blinking, she looked at the seafaring minstrel, listening carefully to his concern regarding the fact that there was indeed only one bird.

"No you're right Pash. My mount is a sturdy thing, but he isn't built for speed or for snow for that matter. I would agree, we'll make better time with your boat." Looking at Padraig, she nodded at the impressive creature.

"And unless that bird can carry two people, The Muse may be required to bring everyone back home, including your Faith." It was said matter of factly, with a no-nonsense tone. The man might have a way to find the raven haired woman, but he needed a way home too.

Off Topic

Prior purchase - Fur lined leather boots: 7gn, 6sn

[Ent]

The sloop was a good plan, it could get them to the mountains much faster than any land mount and as their was only one enormowl they would need another mode of transport. So assuming Padraig was alright with the plan they would take the sloop and bird and travel up to the mountains in that way. It was rainy still but the winds were in their favour, the journey by boat to the mountains was also normally a calm one. Even on a rainy day such as the current one the sea on which they would travel kept a smooth top and safe trip.

With the strong winds in their favour and worry induced haste they could easily make it to the mountains by just past midnight. This would require a safe flight from Padraig and of course a skilful and full speed sailing from Pash and Kali. So they would need to head to the docks and acquire the ship, Padraig already ready atop his enormowl, the powerful and beautiful creature ready to take flight at a moments notice. Padraig was not an experienced flier though of course and so would need to be careful, even with his sort of bond to the bird it was not so like riding a horse. The bird was sensitive to change and the way Padraig would move and if he were to kick the wrong place or pull the wrong feather he could find himself in trouble.

Pash and Kali would also need to be careful, even if you had been sailing most of your life one wrong move and you could tear your sails, especially with strong winds like the current trial. Even worse you could run into some kind of sea monster hungry for Biqaj and Sev'ryn flesh. This journey could yet be dangerous, really dangerous if the group were not careful or got too confident.

Still assuming the group took this method they would leave as soon as possible and be on the way to the mountains safely and with good speed to save the stolen Faith. The captor would be ready for this though, he saw everything through the eyes of his creations. He would not let them off easily, delaying them would be important to him and so his doll would dart off towards the docks ahead of them. The small wooden being carrying a knife, much more like a sword for the doll, the sails its target if he was fast enough to get their before them. Depending on their speed they might catch it before it were able to do any damage. However, if they dawdled they might catch the doll finishing off its destruction of the sails.

[Padraig]

The expression on Pash's face, his reaction when he saw the enormowl wasn't lost on Padraig, no matter what other thoughts and fears were racing through his mind as he landed the giant creature back at the arranged spot. Had it not been for the circumstances, the bard's reaction might have amused the scholar and scientist. His own had been a similar response the first time he'd spied the enormowl roosting on top of his and Faith's home. He'd worried the enormous creature might mistake them for a pair of field mice, a cat strolling in the open or even one of those small dogs that old women carried in their handbags...and then might do as owls on the hunt tended to. But even this creature must have sensed that this was no ordinary outing, and Padraig had other things on his mind besides.

"The menagerie would only allow me the one," he said, to both Pash and Kali'rial. "But I didn't bring him along just for the ride," he explained. "Faith and I rescued this one and have visited him on a number of occasions and hand fed him, always together the two of us. I'm hoping that he'll be some help with finding her." The owl certainly wasn't a scent hound, but he was an intelligent creature who might have some sense that sometime wasn't quite right. "You're right though. We won't all fit. And this is a first for me." Riding an enormowl that was, and it was risk enough for him without having to worry about two others getting tossed off and into the sea in the process of getting a feel for the ride.

If the sloop was just as fast and they could keep an eye out for him, and him for them, then all the better. Once they reached the mountains however, it might be better for all of them to proceed on foot. Hopefully the enormowl then would follow his instincts and help them find their way. So they agreed then, and while the pair dashed off to climb aboard the boat, Padraig took to the air again, intending to circle a time or two overhead while they got underway.

Of course while he might not have been surprised, he also wasn't aware of the second wooden figure that was bent on mischief, off at the harbor. If he had, he'd have suggested that the pair of them might want to hurry extra quick in order to put a stop to it. As it was, he assumed they'd be going with haste regardless. So a few circles overhead to give them time to set sail, and time for him to get a knack for flying, and then he'd point the enormowl towards the open water and the mountains beyond, intended to land on the opposite shore so that they could join up again, the three of them.

[Pash Raj'oriq]

“I’ve got a feelin’ you’ll be damn hard t’ miss. Give us a few bits an’ you’ll know which sloop be mine. Don’ fall off that thing. Th’ water’s no’ so soft when y’ fall from too high, jus’ sayin’.”

For everyone’s sakes, Pash hoped Padraig held on well. When the other man admitted that he didn’t quite know what he was doing, the seafaring minstrel understood. Sometimes, things just had to be done. This was one of those times. His tide pool gaze may have lingered for a trill or two on the enormowl taking flight, but the rest of him was already moving. Any other trial, any other circumstance, and he may have complained about lugging adventuring equipment from his sloop, through all of Scalvoris Town, only to drag it all back again. But, to-trial, he didn’t. He wouldn’t. Someone important was in danger and that was that.

Pash didn’t dawdle. He had enough trouble sitting still, let alone standing still. When there was something to be done, he did it—arcs of working for his father in his shipyard had hammered any fantasy of idleness out of him, despite the usual assumptions about his creative profession. This time, the way back was easier, the path familiar and thus faster, both because it was now known and because he now moved with a sense of urgency and importance. He’d sailed a bit around Scalvoris by now, from town to Almund, from town to Faldrass, and back. He’d passed the mountains near the northern tip of the island when he first arrived, their cold, imposing visages hard to miss on a clear day, no matter how strange the weather was. He knew to be careful, the weather unpredictable and the wind today somewhere on that thin line between favorable to too strong.

The docks were busy, but that was far from unusual: Ships were being loaded and unloaded. People were milling about. Voices and noises. Everything in motion like the sea itself. To anyone else, perhaps, it would have been distracting, but to the seafaring minstrel, it was comfortable. Every port, every dock, every sea-washed stretch of wood was home, no matter what part of Idalos he was visiting. He knew his sloop, too, the orange hull low in the water, sails still stowed and wrapped tight against the boom instead of raised and ready, moored far from the tall merchant ships and far from the regular traffic, as far as he could be, though not isolated. He still had neighbors moored on either side of him. The ship he’d built with his father during his last arc home. It had over the arcs become an extension of his very existence, another instrument like his lute that he knew in ways only a Biqaj could know a sailing vessel his own hands had put together.

Maybe it was the glint of metal. Maybe it was the movement. It wasn’t natural and it wasn’t part of his sloop. While Rakahi curses came to the tip of his tongue, he stopped them with a hiss, still quite a few long strides from being able to clearly make out the creature—surely that’s what it was. Was it similar to the wooden doll Padraig had shown them in chewed up pieces?—he reached a hand out to Kali’rial’s arm without his usual affection or coyness, his need to get her attention obvious in the brush of calloused fingers,

“That.”

He grunted quietly, furtively, with a dart of his suddenly near-amber gaze, aware that he had no distance weapon other than his voice. She’d have to put an arrow in it and quickly lest it see them coming, and the tall Biqaj looked at her for just a trill with the expectation that she’d know his request without speaking before he tilted his head to imply he was going to attempt to cut it off from another direction. Pash’s attentions lingered for a moment on the small blade it held, not needing to be told of its destructive intentions, even as he moved to climb over a few barrels and a box and scramble onto the deck of the ship next to his. He drew a dagger and crept low against the wooden hull of the larger vessel, ducking under the boom and sidling toward the stern, to one side of the larger ship’s sail preparing himself to jump the very short distance from the higher end of one ship and onto the bow of his own, the hull of this ship practically bumping and touching his own sloop.

His plan was to wait, though, until Kali hit her mark before leaping at the doll to snatch it, arrow and all. If she missed, however, he’d rush in as well, ready to attack the thing with his own weapon or at least catch it before it slashed his sails. A cut or two he could deal with, but if the doll ruined the entire mainsail, they’d be stuck. He had the nel for new ones, but not the time, not with two lives—Faith’s in one way and Padraig’s in another—on the line. So, either way, the dark-haired Sev’ryn’s arrow accuracy did not affect his choice, so long as he ended up with the wooden thing in his hands or skewered by his dagger, so long as his sails remained undamaged and ready to unfurl into the stiff wind, tacked loosely and yet at beam reach for speed with a hint of safety.

[Kali'rial]

No words were needed to indicate that time was of the essence for Kali. She turned tail and moved with Pash back towards the docks, running with hunters feet and entirely focused on the situation at hand. She felt the pounding of the ground under her bare feet, using it to draw her thoughts together in one united flow much like the rhythmic beat of a singular drum. Bam, bam, bam, bam. As they rushed through the docks towards the sloop, she heard the bard cursing in his native tongue and knew already something couldn't be right. Whenever she herself slipped into Xanthean it was usually because something shocked or distracted her from the need to use Common. She slowed to a stop as his fingers brushed her arm, following his newly discovered amberish gaze towards the sloop, even as she moved to nock and arrow, brow drawing dangerously.

There, on the boom next to the rolled sails, a little wooden figure. Not a Tunawa, that much she was for certain, and it was brandishing what could be considered a sword for its stature.

It was the same wood in fact, that had been scattered in the street.

The same wood that Padraig said the doll had been made of.

Drawing her bow taught, the Sev'ryn took a deep breath through her nose. This wasn't a hunt where she might miss, dodge, and have to continue tracking her prey. This was The Muse, not only Pash's home and connection to his family, but also their very specific mode of transport to help Padraig save Faith. This shot mattered, maybe more then any shot to date. As the Biqaj disappeared from her side to sneak around the dock, Kali'rial put him out of her mind. Put everything out of her mind, except the figure on the boom. She gauged the distance, the wind and the movement of the doll. Her hunters eye judged the gentle rock of the boat, aiming for the wider target of the wooden figures chest. Even if she didn't pierce the wood to hit whatever heart the creature might have, she hoped at least her arrow would have enough force to knock it down where either Pash could take it on, or she could buy them time to save the sails.

Visualising her arrow flying fast and true, the Sev'ryn huntress breathed out steady through her mouth and released her arrow.

This had to count.

[Ent]

They had arrived just in time to stop the wooden doll from enacting its mischief. As Kali'rial lined up her shots and Pash sneaked around the unaware being raised its knife to begin its slash into the sail, the blade glinting as it raised above the dolls head. Kali released the arrow, it whistled through the air towards the living toy and it flew true.

The arrow struck the small wooden figure in the side, although it did not pierce through it did send enough force to push the being down. The footing of the small doll failed and it tipped forward, collapsing and flailing as it fell towards the edge of the sloop. It smacked its head into the edge of the hull with a load clack before tumbling overboard and into the sea, the murky depths swallowing it.

Their attempts to protect the boat were successful and as Pad circled over head they would soon be ready to go. Padraig would quickly learnt he basics of flying the enormowl, first came the need to trust the bird. When he tried to force the creature one way or another he would find that it was not so simple. Birds had specific ways they flew and moved in the sky, they could not just simply go exactly where you told them at a moments notice. He would also find that the bird was very responsive though, small tugs would be enough to indicate where you wished to go and anything more would just frustrate the creature.

As the journey began, Padraig flying above the boat and his two companions down below and making their way towards the distant mountains, they would find surprisingly good weather conditions. It seemed that although it had been a rainy day the winds were not too strong and were in their favour. One of the things that would catch Padraig off guard and the first time likely almost cause him to fall would be the enormowls natural instinct to hunt and so occasionally lash out after passing birds and one time even dive towards the ocean to try and grab an oversized fish from near to the surface.

The sloop journey would be much less eventful, good wind and a steady ocean surface would mean for easy and fast sailing. The trip would take little more than a trial, them arriving early the next morning and possible even before sunrise.

[Padraig]

Just for a moment, Padraig had forgotten that owl's were nocturnal. Hence the phrase 'night owl'. But as soon as the situation on the boat was sorted out below and the thing set sail, his feathered friend was all too quick to remind him. It was a far better thing that Pash and Kali'rial ought to be able to keep an eye on him. He was entirely too busy just trying to stay aboard at first, to pay much attention to anything else.

Attention to trying to keep his seat during those instances where he'd over corrected. Trying to stop himself toppling into the sea or plunging headlong into it when the enormowl dove towards a fish that only a creature such as him could have spotted after nightfall. Padraig had never been so glad to be back on solid ground again when they landed. Still, after a while, he'd gotten the hang of it, and would have enjoyed the experience more had heavier concerns not been on his mind.

But it was those fears for Faith's safety, her whereabouts that had kept him on edge, and once he landed at the shore, he waited for the sloop to arrive, but not necessarily patiently. The time was well used though while he fished a couple of jars out of his sack containing glowing blue stones. Enough for each of them, dangling on twine that they could tie to their packs to help light the way. At least until the sun rose since he didn't plan on waiting till daylight to head up into the mountains. And hopefully, the enormowl could help lead the way in search of Faith.