"Why, no! I haven't, and I hope not to..."
"Well we do. Don't worry, Njord here will smash him," Slacker bragged, giving an acknowledging wag of his thumb up at Njord.
"You boys are more than welcome to join me on my journey into Northgate. In fact, there is room for one of you to ride with me on the wagon, if you'd like, but the other would have to walk. But not to worry, Fido is not a race pony! Hahaha!" he laughed. "Maybe you could take turns."
"Sure, I'll hop on!" Slacker volunteered. He kept listening to the kender as he mounted up behind him on Fido.
"Oh, my manners!" he exclaimed, "My name is Gat, and 'tis a pleasure to make your acquaintances. How is it that you don't know where you are from? Everyone is from somewhere. Myself, for example, I'm from Farohd, a settlement of Dubahli a long distance to the north of here, but more recently I reside near Peakwater Lake, not more than a days wagon ride to the west."
"Its great to meet you Gat. Uh, and Fido. And Gat, this is Aunt Addy." With Slacker behind him Gat couldn't see where Slacker was pointing. The rest of the information from Gat went in one ear and out the other as Slacker fidgeted and fiddled and settled in on top of Fido. He'd never ridden a horse before, that he could remember.
"Don't worry Njord doesn't mind walking. Let's go!"
The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.