[ Your eyes follow the bird as it disappears — and only when the echoes fade into the sounds of the forest are you free of its grip. You follow the trail of the boar. You are a ghost over the leaves and fallen twigs, a seasoned hunter. If the prey is big enough you think you might have a use for the tusks. ]
[ There's a grazing ground near where you set up camp for the night. You could keep going now, but wounding it will draw other predators you've no interest in facing. Best to wait for the dawn. ]
[ Inside your pack, there is a bolt of dark silk, a brand (now cool to the touch), a dagger, a white chess pawn midway in a game. And leftover bread. ]
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[ There's a grazing ground near where you set up camp for the night. You could keep going now, but wounding it will draw other predators you've no interest in facing. Best to wait for the dawn. ]
[ Inside your pack, there is a bolt of dark silk, a brand (now cool to the touch), a dagger, a white chess pawn midway in a game. And leftover bread. ]