09:40, Today: Azucondie rolled 6 using 1d8.  Because GM asked me.

Wightvane kept his spear in hand as they walked, and did his part to monitor for danger.

21:32, Today: Wightvane rolled 11 using 1d20.  Perception.

The group starts walking along their way keeping vigilant for any signs of danger. All the while Azu reaches into her new bag she feels something warm, round, a fuzzy inside.

Alban continues flying on his broomstick; taking in the sights of the Rimewood and looking for any new plants or animals that might be used in his alchemy and magic research.

Whisper, his owl, keeps tabs on Brohm as they journey on; flying search patterns around the group looking for food and threats to the group.

Malkus keeps walking, his spirits high. He gives Brohm plenty of space, and follows the signs left by the dwarf.

Reaching in she actually felt something. She squealed in delight as she pulled the warm furry things out. She really hoped it was a monkey.

Azu pulls the furry sphere from the bag. It was small and had brown fur, but it was still nothing more than a warm furry ball.

Azu puts the ball of fur down and shoos it away. "Obviously my magic bag is broken. I will take it back and have it fixed."

"Seems rather disappointing."

The ball sits on the ground unmoving.

Hearing the commentary, Malkus looks back, intrigued.

"Whatever it is, I bet it is really cold right now. It's freezing out. Maybe it's huddling for warmth."

Azu huffed then she bent down and picked up the fur ball. She put it back in the bag. "There. Now it is back in it's home."

"Hmm..." Sai muses, considering the fuzzball.  "Azu, perhaps that was something left over in the bag, and the magic won't work until you make space.  Throw it away and see if something else appears."  Sai's face is all business, but his tone is a bit too light, as if he were trying to hide a smile.

Azu was confused but trusted her friend Sai. She took the fuzzball out of the bag and put it in her backpack. She pointed at it, "Do not eat my things." She looked back at Sai and then the bag. She cleared her throat and said in a clear voice, "Doodlebag." and reached into the bag. She closed her eyes and grimaced as she had no idea what she might encounter.

"Ah, I wouldn't leave that in there," Sai responds, indicating the fuzzball. "It might have some residual magical effect. You'll want to throw it away, as far from the bag as you can. You might want to try a different silly word when you throw it. That way, the bag will know it's gone." The corner of Sai's mouth indicates a hint of a smile.

Azu looked for the very first time ever around Sai sad. She was in profound despair. "But it is cold and it needs me. I can't just throw it away." Huge tears welled up in her eyes.

Sai looks at Azu with a mix of compassion and a bit of suppressed amusement. "If it needs you, it'll find its way back. I promise it won't be harmed. Do you trust me?"

Azu poked out her lip. It wasn't fair, he knew she trusted him completely. Her lip poked out as she turned her face away and tossed the warm fur ball that needed her away. She waited ten seconds before turning back to see if the fur ball had returned.

As Azu threw the ball of fur away the group watched as it transformed from the small ball form into a larger form, one of a brown weasel. It stands on its legs looking first at the group then at Azu directly, but it doesn't move from its space.

Sai finally smiles openly. "See? Now you can just tell it to come to you. You could even give it a name."

Azu was dumbstruck with amazement. "Wow. Sai you are so smart! I am so glad you are my friend."

She sat on the ground and held out her hand "Come here uhh...Furball? Yes your name is Furball. You are adorable, even if you are not a monkey. I think I will have an admiral's uniform made for you as well."

The weasel followed Azu's orders and came to her. When it heard her name for it, it waited a short moment then gave a quick nod.

"It's certainly an interesting item, if nothing else."

Satisfied that the weasel quandary is resolved, Malkus returns his attention to making sure they don't lose track of Brohm, who is somewhere up ahead.

The group continued onward where most of the focus had returned to the direction they where headed. They watched carefully for any signs of danger, but as the day progressed they found none. Things went smoothly and the Rimewood seemed calm. Even with the sun blocked out by clouds the group could tell it was starting to get low. It would soon be time to set up camp.