Mortimer's eyes follow J'hanna and Justice as they secure their positions between the two carriages. Gronde doesn't seem to have noticed anything but whatever's in the cage. "W.. well," he stutters a bit before recovering, and turning back to Garrison. "It's much like the road behind, only worse. Nothing back there to see really, just a few hick villages that'd be better off in timbers anyway. Silverport's where it's at, and Silverport's where Mortimer Mondri will be to! Just as soon as you get your lovely chariot out of my way.
The thing in the cage shuffles again, and Gronde almost loses whatever it is, but recovers quickly. Finally he pulls it from the cage, cooing at it like a newborn kitten. Except it's not a kitten. And it's not a new born, and it's not calm at all.
"Settle that thing down!" Mortimer shouts. Gronde actually flinches at the gnome's voice.
"She's scared is all," Gronde argues. "Something's got her bugged."
[sblock=Make a DC 10 nature check and I'll tell you what it is.
]Looks like ol' Gronde has himself a pet... cockatrice!?[/sblock]
