#odyssey

"Sure you got everything for the trip?" Gerd asks

Symon nods. "I got the extra cookies Vali said to pack."

Connor has said his good lucks and is back on the trail as Dogmar the Just, pawtrolling River Vale and watching over the Barn.

"I think that's everything."

"Well, then, you..." Gerd pauses dramatically, "Walk the door ."

Jack gasps, then blinks "I walked through the door, it wasn't that big a deal"

"Shhh Jack. THey're on a quest" Gerd says as if that explains it

"Everything has to be more dramatic on a quest." And through the door she goes!

Tank with a backpack!

"If we die... don't worry, I'll haunt your asses." Dramatic! Through the door he goes.
Rogue... also with a backpack!

"DIE?" jack gasps

"Don't worry" Gerd says "Dagmar won't die..and if Symon dies.. sure he'll haunt us.. but only because we get his stuff"

THROUGH the winding silver they go, door to door, like intrepid young mormons who fear no mocking musicals- Such courage is the stuff of legends

and come out in Fenix!

Where a large brute of a redcap with a sash yellows "WE HAVE ARRIVALS FROM RIVERVALE!"

"Mroop?" Ramona!

"Oh, hey. I remember you." She crouches down to scritch a tiny tabby head.

Phobos grunts "Dame Dagamr, right?"

"And... pasty kid"

A wince at the yell. "Symon." He whispers, but seems accepting of the other name too.

"Welcome to Fenix... we follow the Escheat here.. additional rules no attacking nuennhi even on the streets unless they attack you first"

"Is that likely to happen on the regular?"

"Fair enough. Hey, do you know the best way to the Pt from here?"

Ramona head-butts Simon's foot. He smells like dead stuff, must be food!

"Not inside the city grounds. " A pause "The pitt?" He eyes Dagmar "Yeah..."

He leans down and strokes the kitten for a moment. "Who's a little murder beast in training?"

Dagmar puffs out her chest, standing taller... and she IS tall. And broad.

Tank.

Ramona rumbles happily at the attention.

"THat's trouble.. I mean Ramona" And he gives directions to the PItt "I would ask your business in Fenix but sounds like it's going to the Pitt"

"Yeah. Heard it's a good place to challenge yourself."

"Oh yeah, my brorther and I nearly died once. It's great" A grin

"Greeeaattt." Smile. "Sounds like you enjoyed it. Cool. OH. Hey, could you get some stuff to the countess?" Backpack rummaging... there's a tupperware of Kerri-muffins.

The hungry redcaps smells the muffins "Oh sure... THey'll all get there" A lie

"Yeah, I figure there's a transport tax. But make sure she gets a few, please?"

A final pat for the kitten.

Ramona trots off. Totally not to get in trouble. (ping)

A chuckle "I will. Just gonna have one" True

"Cool. Thank you, Phobos."

Symon waits ready to move on, looking over the surroundings. He loosens his hoody a bit... it's warmer here than Bergen.

"They're really nice here." She tells Symon as they walk. "Last time I was here, there was a hubbub because that kitten had managed to lose herself in the laundry..."

Symon notices he is being spied on, by another sluagh. A boy, dingy

He nods slightly to the boy, recognizing that he is seen, but not calling him out.

The troll doesn't seem to notice the childling. Ha! Apuch wins!

Apuch always wins! Well okay, the big guy saw him, but still...

soft upchin back. we are cool, as they say in El Norte

With Directions given, the two can now leave if they wish

Symon nudges Dagmar if she's looky-looing, and on they go!

Into the city!

They leave the peaceful ambiance of Fenix. The serene spas, the healing vapors, the warm glow of harmony (The bellowing redcap, the kitten who even now is possibly knocking over a small shelf) and enter into Tijuana..and not the nicest part. But like the book says, the sun also rises... even admid poverty and squalor they can see the Countess has done good. The arts and crafts on display are more homelike... but oh the colors they give