closed.

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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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As it happens, the fine silvered rapier is excellent for poking holes into people, and rather less suited for doing anything but infuriating large beasts. The mage chasing down their staff is a welcome target.

Marcoulf hurls a rock first. It covers the distance ahead of him, clipping the Venatori in the hip and causing him to stumble in surprise if not pain. And then Marcoulf is on him, sword plunging in the chaos as more Venatori find their bearings - fetching up short swords and the tin kettle from their campfire and whatever else might be convenient to hand for flinging at either bear or interloper.