Poacher

He continued towards the halfling seated bareback on her sow.  โ€œIโ€™m but a hunterโ€”โ€

The human stopped after a scratch from a spear swipe that could have slit his throat.

โ€œPoacher,โ€ she said above her pigโ€™s incriminating oinking.

โ€œIโ€”โ€

โ€œSurrender the truffles.โ€


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