Nemo

Shuffle shuffle, drag drag, some muffled complaints from the hooked beak of the very odd seeming bird, and he's made his way to the exit, and he takes one more look over the cave- towards the cap of The Monarch arching in the distance, and nods with satisfaction.

It all seems good, no-one seems to be eyeing him from what he can tell, and he takes the leaf sled once more and edges out into the Tunnel, tail almost wagging with glee as he begins to compose a funny way to tell his newfound fa- friends of his misadventures in the Maw of Mosses.

Maybe when I get all the moss out of my feathers.. yes, definitely after that. I need to look good after all.

The rustling fades, both from Nemo's ears as he tap taps away, and from Eridanus as the noises of the 'geier slowly stop echoing into it.

;Exit Nemo