The considerations of designing a mount were... immense. For one thing, mounts in this game were, well, animals, right? Given the circumstances of the game, would the mount he created end up sentient or something? Nicaea could recall at least one anime where all the NPCs ended up developing intelligence or something like that. He wasn't sure he could risk that. Twenty-three was a bit young to be a father.

What did that leave though? A non-sentient mount, obviously. Given his current level, the fortune teller could only make something with a cool design; extra seats and all would have to wait. Actually, did that mean it was better to wait until level three? For just double the price, he could have a mount that could support another person or fly or some shit like that...

Nicaea possessed a strange tendency to travel completely straight when thinking. Unconsciously, he climbed over a steeper-than-usual incline and pressed his face through some rather mossy outgrowths. As he mentally whiteboarded his ideal mount, he was suddenly jolted back to reality by a cold, tingly sensation beneath his right foot. Looking down, he realized that he'd stepped fully into a stream.

"Uh...where am I?" He looked around, suddenly unsure in which direction he'd entered this secluded area. It was very nice and peaceful, though. Perfect for developing a new mount in peace. He hadn't brought lunch, though, so he couldn't stay too long. And there was the matter of his soggy foot too. Also there was still some moss in his hair.