She chuckles. "I am On'year," she says with a smile, giggling as he climbs onto her back, nuzzling against him as she takes her time, heading back to the monastery.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, when they arrive, the entire location is quite hectic and worried, and people are running around, frantically. It's not hard to determine the source of the panic, though; apparently a messenger arrived from the valley below, bearing the message that the local lord had finally passed away, and his misogynistic son has taken over, and his first goal is to stamp out one of the last holdouts of this old, matriarchal religion, that offends him so much. Fifty of the lord's soldiers, along with a couple dozen powerful mercenaries are on their way, and will be here within a day.