>>5392809>>5392814>>5393488>Examine the bushels and nuts growing along the area.>Look back to your oversized feral traveling partner.You first look back to your overgrown traveling partner, the uninvited among your hunting party. The mossperson still hangs back a well-off distance from you two by the rim of the glade, now stooped over one of the protrusive sprigs that litter the region–she looks deep in thought over the mound.
And now that you look more closely, many of the twigs feature small trinkets, stones knotted and hewed far too intricate to belie a predator’s territory. They may have been set by the moss person herself. Her home, perhaps, or something else entirely?
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You turn your attention back to the bushels that line the clearance fringes–low, a deep sea green color, they’re rife with fat brown chestnuts that sprout up along their boughs like fruit. You take and run it once along your palm and through your fingers. It’s oily to the touch, your hands slick with their minty balm.
“Hmm. BERTILAK NUTS.” Your master suddenly speaks up from behind you, nearly making you leap from your boots. “This is good–must be the feeding ground of our boar. They love those nuts. <span class="mu-i">And</span> they make them taste delicious. We should set a trap here, wait it out and shoot it while it’s off-guard. I get my lard and a great dinner.”
>Agree to her terms. A fair enough trap.>Perhaps you could set a trap with the nuts somewhere more advantageous, where the boar has little chance to escape.>Deny her. The boar will be most on guard while eating, so you should continue tracking it and shoot when you find it.>Speak to the mossperson.>Write-In. 