As someone that didn't particularly pride himself on interactions with other creatures, Clavic was especially confused when he received a letter from someone that he met long ago. The woman he knew as Kettle. The letter seemed to indicate a decent amount of urgency, to which Clavic released a heavy sigh that slightly rattled the bones melted into his "costume." He decided that it'd at least be somewhat interesting to go, see what's going on, and maybe attempt to make a friend out of someone that he met.

"Oh, bother." He said aloud as he wondered how he was going to make it all of the way to where Kettle said the meeting point was. Stubby legs definitely wouldn't be able to carry him the entire way, he reasoned. Clav then thought long and hard about it before realizing that he had almost no reason not to go. So the creature gathered his things, which were really only a journal that he swiped off of a skeleton and a weird metal disk with an odd inscription on it.

So he set off, travelling for quite a ways to find Kettle. For the first few parts of his journey, Clav found himself resting far too frequently due to the pain that slowly crept its way into his tiny feet. It was only after he tripped on a rock formation and rolled down a small-ish hill and lightly cracked one of his horns that Clav realized that when the pain was removed from the equation, he rolled at a quite speedy pace.

It was an odd sight to anyone passing by during these times, seeing what appeared to be a black, fleshy ball of hair roll across several stretches of land with rattling skeletons creating an almost.. calming melody. If by calming melody, you meant "the sound of nightmares."

Countless rolls later and a couple of breaks to allow for the fluids in Clavic's body to stop swirling, Clavic found what he was looking for. The "Blunderbuss Cafe." The cameldragon outside of the establishment was almost completely ignored by Clav as he awkwardly shuffled into the Cafe itself. As he looked around, he saw a couple of colorful characters. Of course there was Kettle herself, a handful of people that he knew not, and... Clav's eyes slightly widened when he saw the large, saintly lizardman in the cafe. He did his best to ignore most people and kind of shuffled off into a corner, waiting to be addressed.