The eccentric cleric hadn't really been aloof, rather had instead been absorbed in his preparations of a spiritual nature. The
Mysterious One's adherents were a strange lot in general, a myriad of eclectic personalities with varying - and sometimes odd - religious observance. Patch was no exception. He spent an entire hour, early in the morning, just watching a trail of ants carrying bits of his breakfast across the floor, and into a crack in the wall. When he returned to the group, he looked to be somehow rejuvenated, though to guess his true age was a total shot in the dark.
He approached in the middle of the conversation, and simply added as if in a parallel conversation with only himself,
"Day Wreckers might be more appropriate." Then looking once more at the motley gathering,
"Perhaps the Heart Breakers... or Home Wreckers." The last held some barbs.
At the edge of town, Patch made a smooching sound with his lips and grunted strangely. From of a filthy mire rose a monster with large ears, a huge snout, and long, razor-sharp tusks! The monster made a similar sound though it was more of a bark, low and rumbling.
"There you are J.D., hope you had a nice evening, though I might have expected you to clean up a bit before we continue our journey."
The monster made its way up out of the mire, shaking much of the muck and mud from itself, and began to waddle toward the odd cleric. It became clear that the creature was a huge boar, though it seemed to be, at least somewhat, domesticated. Or just not hungry at the moment.
Patch stepped off his horse and handed the reigns to the gate watch.
"Please return this fellow to the stables, His Majesty insisted and I'm not one to turn down a gift. But my old friend here will bear my burden as is his lot to do."
Patch flopped a set of very dilapidated saddlebags across the boar's rump and waved a hand over the broad back. The mud instantly dried, turned to dust and fell to the ground, providing a somewhat cleaner place for the cleric to sit. Patch clutched at his name-sake cloak and swung his leg over. The boar grunted a bit and stood up. So massive was the animal, that the long-legged Patch sat nearly at eye level with his companions who were horseback.
"JD and I, we'll bring up the rear." Patch motioned them to lead on and then laid his bleached white staff across his lap.
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Ignoring, or perhaps oblivious of the party spokesmanship rankings, Patch nodded to the soldier, guiding his boar mount to a halt.
"That's hardly a riddle Sir, I mean no offense, but you might wish to sharpen that up a bit. The obvious answer is 'a road', but there's no twist, there's no clever play on words in the way you asked it. Let me see if I can help you..."
Patch thought for a moment and then said by way of suggestion,
"Through foothills winds,
up steep inclines,
up rocky high,
it brings you nigh...
What is it?"
After a pause Patch gave the answer,
"A Road. The road brought us here, you have your answer and a better way to ask for it. Now then, may we pass?"
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