Somewhere around these parts, Iván was told by one of the Curry House's new suppliers, a fat man named Tubbs the Tubberbear, the most exquisite mushroom was tucked away. So many men have tried to go after it, but one by one, all of them failed, mostly because putting in that much effort just to find a tasty mushroom was more trouble than it was worth. Fools... They have no idea what this super ingredient is truly worth... The formerly masked illusionist grinned, even chuckled to himself, somewhat maniacally, as he continued riding his oblivious magical familiar, Snowy the Snow-Quilled Guardian, to parts unknown. Tubbs the Tubberbear was a hard man to break but Iván was well-versed in breaking hard men. Their relationship had the potential to be so strong, so powerful, so profitable, but Iván found out that Tubbs was actually more of a poacher than a kind-hearted farmer. He was also a rotund liar who cheated on his own men, stealing their share of the profits, and harboring a strong sense of disrespect for nature and man alike. Iván couldn't work with someone like that, even though he knew the secrets to the location of the grand mushroom. That was why, last night, Iván had Snowy knock the man out on his way home. The rest was history. "Ah, Snowy," Iván caressed his most loyal companion's head, prickly as it was. Unlike the original Snow-Quilled Guardian, Snowy was not from that purple god-awful hellhole called the Inverted Spire. She was simply just a magical familiar Iván had summoned using magic and his stinky red mask, once the face of an actual Snow-Quilled Guardian from down that Spire, the same Snow-Quilled Guardian his failed expedition massacred so that they could get access to the hot springs the creature called its home. Good times. "What would I do without you?" Iván has been to Brisshal before. After all, all new adventurers spawned here for the first time. He was, however, a stranger to the exact path that laid before him. He had never gone near this seemingly twisted, treacherous, road, one that seems to be heading towards some sort of mountain, hills? Iván was bad at geography, geology? Mountains and hills and land forms just weren't his thing. From within his coat, he took out a pocket watch, which he quickly, immediately, used to check the time, "It won't be long now. We'll get to where we need to be, and then we can take that mushroom home, use it for a new curry. Aren't you excited, Snowy?" The magical familiar let out a guttural noise that would terrify anyone who'd hear her. Hers was not an appetizing voice. @Amelia Tyrin
