As the King of Wolves moves south, Alithia decides to head north… he’s a treacherous and dangerous King, whereas Shmegland is soft and adorable - posing no threat to Alithia’s course and deceit. It has been exhausting for Alithia, keeping up his ruse even for just this brief initial period. He seeks a location to camp so he can relax this masquerade. He was nearly revealed earlier by Scipline, but luckily Alithia’s weak owl impersonation fooled the simple drunkard from Islay.
Upon reaching the yellow lands (and letting EVERYTHING mellow), he rolls weed from his pouch, then reaches further into his satchel to plan and chart his next move.
<Dungeon Master… I implore you to roll an 8-sided die and give me my result>