Tuskgutter collapses to the ground with a keening snort, his blood seeping out into the churned-up mud. It takes a few messy minutes to saw through the boar's thick neck, severing its head - the prize that the hunter requires as proof of the deed. The rain falls steadily down on you as you re-mount your horses.

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The rains have ceased by the time the sun rises, and the forest glistens with wetness that shimmers in the morning light. A new growth of shoots and flowers press their way up from the beds of decaying leaves, encouraged by the sodden ground.

As you douse the last embers of your campfire and furl your bedrolls, there comes a warbling chirp from nearby. A rotund little yellow bird has alighted upon Estanos' gear, and it is followed by another, equally plump canary. The two birds tilt their heads to the side, looking directly at the priest. Then, in a shower of rainbow sparks, they explode like fireworks, sending brilliant motes of light streaming across your camp. From the forest, you can hear a high-pitched, childish giggling, but laden with a supernatural clarity and eminence.