Lark got up early, because of course he did. He smelled the early morning air, heavy and fresh with fog, and rolled from his hammock to land spry on the ground. He did his thirty push ups, his thirty sit ups, and his thirty squat downs. He stretched and sighed. He was happy. He was excited. He was finally going to do it. He was going to be an adventurer. He was going to get on a pirate crew and sail the seas. He was going to fight monsters and steal treasure. He rolled up his hammock. He packed his bag and turned toward the road. And that's when he saw on one side of him the owlbear, and on the other her cubs.