>>5402224>>5402230>>5402261>>5402376>>5402704>>5402706>"I wouldn't even know where to find a bolshayan wild boar, we just didn't have the time to organize a better hunt."“I wouldn’t even know where to find a BOLSHAYAN wild boar, my lady.” You reassure her. “We just didn’t have time to organize a better hunt. That’s all.”
“Mmm. Perhaps.” The halfling eyes you for a long moment. “I realize that I may have been acting.. [i:lit]unbefitting,[/i:lit] for a witch of my stature. I’m sorry. This is all.. really frustrating.”
“You really needn’t apologize t–” You begin, but your words are cut short by the encroaching flock of chickens bobbing up about your ankles. The GREEN CHAPEL stands tall before you, an impressive berth of timber with legs tucked beneath it. VAN DEN BOS sits at the porch with a bag of chicken feed on his lap.
“Ah–..! Snuff!” Sigrid suddenly barks. She motions at the mossperson, who has begun to drag the boar in. “Just tell her to leave the carcass out front. Don’t let her in. She’s covered in dirt.”
>Let the mossperson into the chapel. She’s worked hard enough to enjoy some of the chapel’s warmth.>Attempt to communicate with the moss person. She shan’t dirty up the place.>Ask why your master can’t just cast a bathing spell.>Write-In. 