>>5394184>>5394208>>5394252>>5394421>>5394455>Let her be. Maybe she’ll prove useful.“I mean no disrespect again, my lady, but what if she proves useful? If she could direct the boar toward us, or draw its attention–”
“Well, you’re in charge, master.” Her words drip from her tongue like venom as she angles her blunderbuss up.
You bite your tongue. It seems you just can’t please her. A sudden rustle from the treeline draws the both of you out of your self pity, though–an immense, dark shape, an oblong mass of muscle and bone, creeps through the brush off the river’s coastline. You can make out occasional patches of fur and tusks, but you can’t get a good glimpse at the beast between the darkness and trunks.
“There. A real bastard’s boar.” Sigrid hisses between her teeth, the blunderbuss up. “You think I should take a shot now and put it out quick? Or wait for it to take the bait? Master.”
>Encourage her to take the shot now.>Hold back for the boar to get closer for a clearer shot.>Write-In. 