From southeast to the northwest, jogged a merry band of variant misfits carrying their luggage.
In the most front, was a ferrakhian holding a map with an oversized backpack strapped behind.
"The White Tiger and the Black Tortoise must've really meant the northwest," The ferrakhian flapped the small wings on her head. "I'm sure of it!
Ragoni Cruten was prepared to deal with all kinds of problems from being trapped in an avalanche, to being suddenly mugged in their journey as her oversized bag was filled with decoy and all of her prized belongings were stored within her spatial pocket.
Behind her was the one horned chimaera with scaly plated arms and legs, donning an adventurous leather equipment and a cloak. "These grandiose invitation scrolls are filled with riddles, thank goodness that they weren't meant to destroy our brain."
