<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">No worries on looking up gods... She'll recognize it. :)</div></div><br/>For the rest of that day, and the whole of the next, you and Mr. Fluffles travel in relative peace. A rainstorm on the second day dampens your mood a bit, perhaps, but overall the respite from the seemingly unending wave of gnoll and kobold followers your target keeps throwing at you is more than likely a welcome change of pace. And as an added bonus, it lets you make up for some of the time you'd lose on the trek...<br/><br/>Of course, nothing lasts forever, and peace lasts even shorter than most.<br/><br/>Early on the third morning, you wake to the feeling of<em>something</em>... but at first you're not sure what. You open your eyes, look about... nothing. Just you and Mr. Fluffles- who, for some reason, looks like he's seen a ghost. Curiouser and curiouser.<br/><br/>As you rise, your otherwise fearless little pet actually runs and buries itself against your leg... whatever that sound is, it's got the little creature spooked.