Open Where's my Pen?

[Daishira]

"Blast!"

Hay scattered around the stable in a vicious, unrelenting fashion. Daishira grunted and shouted, furious. A demon erupted from inside him and unleashed its wrath on its hay-like foes. Holly neighed alarmingly and started trotting around in circles, the clip clops conjoining rhythmically with Daishira's blows against the hay. To the side lay his smaller bag, the bag containing his prized possessions. He normally did not need anything here for anything practical, however today he thought he might start writing, like his father once had. Following in one parent's footsteps is described as some as honourable, because it shows the child shows respect for their parents' talents and nothing shows greater respect than attempting to learn or improve that skill themselves. Unfortunately, more aggravatingly, Daishira could not find his father's beloved pen. It was not worth a lot, but to the young Kelvic, it was more sentimental and therefore had a lot of personal worth. Now, it was gone.

It is also the only thing which is missing.

This last thought made Daishira pause. His flailing arms resided for a moment. Holly, too, mimicked her rider, as if she was being auditioned for a leading role as a gallant war hero, posing for a glorious shot, and brayed only once before remaining completely still.

Why would... whoever did this... only take my pen?
Would those vile, ratty thieves not take anything worth... well... anything?

Strange, indeed, it didn't make any sense to Daishira. There had to be something else. Other factors must have come into play. The Kelvic thrust his fist, quietly and more settled than before, down into the hay once more, his body arching down so his hair bristled past his eyelashes. He thought. His brain's gears were meshing overtime, connections were being made, logic made feasible solutions of everything taken into account. And...

Nothing. There was no realistic answer to this. He needed to know more. With that, Daishira snapped his fingers at Holly, who immediately positioned herself beside her obviously distraught and confused master, he mounted and they rode off into the city centre.

"Hopefully, we'll find some answers, eh, Holly?"

Holly brayed, positively, in that secret language between those two. Daishira patted her mane.