Re: A Harpy in thy hand is better than a 1000 Harpies flying...
Eschewing metal body armour for the moment, clad in wyvern hauberk that'll give the Morokanth something to think about - us wyvern-killing, Hoskar has spent his usual time fussing sround Ram; checking his feet and hide for injury and ensuring arms, weapons and that disease cure are ready to hand.
As he presses his forehead to the rhino's horn before mounting, smiling at the apparently-sleeping Four Paws already installed in the comfiest spot to be found for riding, he murmurs his usual litanies to his father and his god: where once there was a garden, we ride to restoration. Issaries watch our path this day for harmony over chaos.
Not yet atop the rhino, he nods agreement to Dark Claw. Works for me: rhinos don't climb well, so the easier the way up the better.