Seifer had been delighted when Brigitte brought them their very own salamander for the forge. As much as he would have enjoyed an expedition to find one, he'd already been tired out from his own adventure in collecting shadow dust. And the mess from before with the Shrine. Really, this way he could play with one and didn't have to go hiking for days to do it. Maybe next time.

Or not, as now they were faced with the conundrum of their forge mascot and safety protocol had gone missing. Probably because Seifer let it out to play with and didn't notice when it slipped away. This was... probably his fault, and he felt awful.

"It's cold! They like the heat why would it run off?" He was protesting, half complaining and half trying to reason that it didn't make much sense. Close on his heels his crocdog was following along, also protesting the cold.

"Could try askin' the network? See if anyone's found one in their fireplace?"