>>5401679>>5401743>>5401754>>5401761>>5401782>>5401886>Request the mossperson’s help in hauling the boar back.“Uh.. excuse me!” You wave over the mossperson, who observes your fresh kill from a safe distance. You motion to the beast. “We need some help moving this back. You can have the rest. What do you say?”
“I’d remind you again that she is not a dog.” Your master mutters beneath her breath as the mossperson approaches.
The mossperson takes a few tentative whiffs off the beast, eyeing it up with caution, before rounding a fat limb over a shoulder and wrenching the beast onto her back. The clap of a thousand pounds against her back reverberates through the woods.
“Mmm. Well, maybe she could be as useful as a dog, though..” Sigrid observes again.
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The dim forest lies far behind you now. You wade through hip-high tall grass, a sky full of stars above. This sort of night is unheard of in the capital, the streets lined with gas lamps and homes illuminated by electric furnishing. But the PRIMORDIAL SEA plays host to an endless sea of grass below and lights above.
“Snuff.” Your master suddenly speaks from behind you. “I suppose I haven’t done much this hunting trip, have I? You did all the work. Tracked boar. Killed it. Hauled it. Helped pluck my boots from the mud like I were a child.”
>Reassure her that she was ample aid enough.>Let her know she needn’t lift a finger with you working with her.>Tell her that you’re sure it was all a practical test to train you.>Write-In. 