The party wrapped up their Elven affairs, met for a quick pint, discussed the logistics of their travel (negotiating a retainer based upon loot found) and, set out.
"PFFFFFFRRUUOOOOOOQUACK!" The duckephant trumpequacked in greetings, scaring the bejeezus out of Med.
"Holy Pelor's eyelashes, what the heck is that thing!?" She screeched, agog.
"That," Raelin sighed, "is one of the beasts of burden our group seems to have acquired the services of..." He arched an eyebrow at Tribby, "as near as I can tell, its the second smelliest, and, is some horrid combination of an Elephant... and a duck."
"It a duckephant." Tribby smiled, bits of duckephant poop spitting when she spoke, "Her name Shibou."
Med screeched again, "Pelor's nuts*, you plan on travelling with an Ogre!?"
"TRIBBY A HALF ELF!" Tribby whined, dropping her fecal snack in anger.
"As you can see, this particular one is smarter than the average Ogre, and, seems to be of the opinion that its a half-elf." Raelin chuckled. "I think she's harmless... As long as we're down-wind, anyway."
Med frowned. This group was looking like less and less of a Pelorian blessing. Still, the Lord did tend to work in mysterious ways.
"Hello Tribby." Med attempted a smile.
*it should be noted that Pelor collected Almonds in one of his fables.
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