closed.

[heorte]

WHO: ellis, marcoulf, richard and a mustache
WHAT: "it got bigger when we got involved": the log
WHEN: Drakonis
WHERE: Probably the Hinterlands
NOTES: Warning: mustaches

Ellis had seen the missive himself when Commander Flint had passed along the assignment. The complaint had mentioned bears specifically, and the possibility of hostile Venatori not at all, so it's a very unwelcome surprise to stumble into a makeshift camp while being chased by an angry bear.

Though it at least explains why the bears had been troubling the villagers. Who wouldn't be agitated when they'd been displaced from their cave?

"That one!" Ellis says immediately, pointing to the spidery fellow scrambling for his stave. "Don't let him get to his stave!"

In the chaos of bear, mage and disrupted campfire, Ellis has a moment to clock the man bound in the wagon, which is probably also something that needs to be dealt with. But at the moment, there's a bear trying to rip his face off, so—

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[coeurdulyon]

The burst of fire catches not only on Ellis' cloak, the Venatori, and a small patch of the bear's fur, but also on the oil that had splattered on Lucien's blade. Quite dramatically, he dispatches the Venatori with a flaming sword in two quick strikes: first to his weapon, then to the man himself.

It's very impressive, but he's a beat too slow to properly parry the enraged bear's next swipe, managing only to avoid being gored by its claws by falling back, further into the cave.