As Vil corners him, he starts barking, bark bark bark bark bark bark bark ba— and then he bumps the doors open with his butt and goes running through the inn lobby and dives underneath the couch. You know, where he's quite easy to get to.
He is not a smart owldog. The magic pen is getting stashed in his hoard of items (a basket, a bag of trail mix, several books he's shredded with his beak, a rock)... if Vil looks under the couch, Dachie just owl smiles at him.]
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As Vil corners him, he starts barking, bark bark bark bark bark bark bark ba— and then he bumps the doors open with his butt and goes running through the inn lobby and dives underneath the couch. You know, where he's quite easy to get to.
He is not a smart owldog. The magic pen is getting stashed in his hoard of items (a basket, a bag of trail mix, several books he's shredded with his beak, a rock)... if Vil looks under the couch, Dachie just owl smiles at him.]