In its ceaseless labors, the Traveller often reshapes itself into forms more suited to the task at hand. With uncanny fluidity, it bends and buds its egg-like proportions into new and unexpected shapes. The resulting grotesque yet functional forms serve as perfect beasts of burden, though the reasons behind such labor remain elusive.
It is not merely the act of carrying that perplexes observers, but the strange behavior that accompanies it. The Traveller will often ride upon the very form it has created, conversing with itself in a curious manner about such mundane matters as the weather or mealtimes, all with genuine pleasure. Some speculate that it does so to keep its true intentions hidden or to avoid revealing the depth of its purpose. Others wonder if this behavior is meant to disarm those who might approach it, creating an illusion of innocence or confusion. Perhaps the truth is simpler: the entity simply revels in living like a mortal man, enjoying the simple pleasures of existence.
