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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 822230" data-attributes="member: 2885">Pop goes the WeaselFiddle led the way. The road was muddy in spots but an easy trek. Erin’s pet weasel, Pop, rode on the monk’s shoulders and scurried into the brush from time to time.  Veridian and Darian had mounts. But since the going was slow, they chose to walk also. Richter and Darian chatted about their home. Fiddle tried to find tracks. Any tracks. Something to keep his mind and his sanity from straying. The chatter from the birds and insects was unnerving. Spring was in the air. Half a day’s trek from Peldan’s Helm the noise stopped. And then was interrupted by a ghostly whistle. A voice carried on the wind.“Who’s there?” Richter called out.“The old hermit,” Darian offered. “That’s my guess.”No one replied.“Something’s coming,” Erin twitched. “Pop is being chased back here.”Fiddle ducked under cover of the bushes.“Fiddle?” Richter called out.Pop ran up Erin’s body and onto his shoulder. A very large striped animal shook the brush and poked his masked face out. It didn’t come any closer.“Let’s get going,” Darian said. “It is protecting its territory.”“Wait for me,” Fiddle ran to catch up. The dire badger watched but didn’t give chase.</blockquote>