I've never seen so many people so close together. Why would you live here when there are perfectly good trees to sleep under?— Caellana, visiting Ghal Pelor
"Who keeps raiding the pantry," Old Bear exclaimed, slamming the door to the wagon behind him. His job was hard enough without stealing being something he had to grapple with. He turned to lay into a guard when he saw it, the little flash of bushy gray and brown tail skirt around the corner. It was that blasted foul creature!
"Wren!"
Old Bear nearly bowled the guard over as he pushed past him, tearing into a full sprint after the furry woodland companion. As he rounded the corner of the wagon, he saw the thing duck between some logs, and into the wilds their wagon train was resting near.
"I'm gonna kill the fuckin' thing," Old Bear said to no one in particular, as he pulled a wood chopping axe out of a split log and trudged into the forest edge, murder blazing through his eyes.
After passing through a few trees, he briefly paused to find the tracks again. It was elusive, but Old Bear had learned his tricks over the past few months of working together. And once he had the trail, the rough Ostler would not let go of it.
Quietly sneaking up on a clearing, he readied his axe. This time, he was going to have its head. He reared back, spun from behind a tree bellowing a mighty roar, and stopped. He watched the creature drop a loaf of bread at the feet of the young thin elven lass, Caellana, who sat in deep meditation. Wren looked back at Old Bear, who flushed when he saw the sight. He couldn't be mad at her, no matter how hard he tried.
Her eyes fluttered open, most likely disturbed by Old Bear's shout. He began to apologize before she cut him off, as she spied the bread before her.
"I thought I smelled this! Did you bring this for me, Old Bear?"
Wren stared him directly in the eyes. Old Bear's face went slack with confusion for a minute, then a grin played on his face. "Yup, it was me, I knew how much you liked the stuff, Ellie," he said hurridly.
"Oh thank you! Have you tried this before? It's simply delightful," she replied, then began to devour the loaf. Wren sneered at Old Bear, who chuckled, turned, and walked away. As he reached the end of the wild he heard her say something.
"I know it was you, Wren, but it makes him so happy to think he's helping. What's the fault in that?"
Old Bear sighed and got back to work.
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