The Deer Die

I sighed, sitting down on the grass. "Attacking the deer doesn't solve anything."

"It ends the threat of the deer." Basilicus pointed out.

"And of this necromantic exploration. Ghouls are as nothing, but what if they go a step farther? I'm not wanting to face a vampire, even in the form of a deer." Maximus said.

And so the axefolk rushed forward, cheered on by the youth. And yes, the entire herd was watching. With the threat of a ghoul suddenly showing up while the leadership was off waging war... Well, it was common sense to keep them close.

Again, the deer lit oil, and again the assault fell back (this time without leaving a casualty behind). And the herd began setting up camp right there outside the range of the stable's weapons.

"Again," I said, "we should be making haste to the elven wood, and to Achaea beyond."

"Again," Maximus replied, "I hear your words and ignore them."

Basilicus snorted.