And none for Gretchen Weiners [MEETING]

Oh gee whizz! What a day! What a week. First with the kidnapping, then the freedom, and him and the Ground-Legs stuck in this camp with these meat-headed mud-crawling vikings, and now the whole world was ending! He didn’t expect to be stuck here in Boreas for the end of the world, but Cannival had promised her time to Valk. Ramesh? Well, he was here for the ride, he owed Canni for what she had done for him, even if he scarcely admitted it. Perhaps she knew, just because he stuck around, or maybe not.

He scrambled up the cat, using her tail as a rope as he crawled onto her back and huddled by the back of her neck. “We'll take a sled” he amended, as though he was contributing something by standing on his friend. This was his default position, since there wasn’t always trees handy for him to hang out on, and he generally tried to avoid the ground like it was the plague. “At least the angry Mountain won't eat me alone, eh?” he said to Canni, giving her a friendly pat on the back of her head.