'His name's Fresco,' said Drummer, introducing the little mole to his siblings. Lynnie, Kira and little Roscoe peered curiously at the small and furry creature that sat on a pile of sandy rocks before them.
'And you . . . kidnapped him?' Lynnie asked, recalling her brother had found Fresco in the Outlands.
'What - er - no - I,' Drummer stammered, a little flustered. 'I did kind of take him without leave; but Fresco's forgiven me now, haven't you, mate?'
The mole nodded, only able to sniff around at the strangers, being completely blind. He didn't speak; he was rather shy as he could hear so many lions upon him.
'Hey Roscoe, no touchy!' Drummer warned, as his youngest sibling with a foreleg stretched out, trying to pat at Fresco.
'Why is he here?' asked Roscoe, whipping back his paw.
'He's here to help us,' explained Drummer. 'I've taken him to Comoros and . . . well, I think Fresco here might be able to help us against Lagiza.'