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The wolf-like humanoid lopes forward and partway up the bindle-bag mound, drawing his bow.

Clortho yells to aim at "the one with a sense of humor" but Garrow shouts, Bah! A fine bear pelt for my cold stone floor, I see! Need only be skinned!

Longbow: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

The arrow lodges soundly in Kahru's shoulder.

piercing: 1d8 ⇒ 8

3/6
Garrow lurches forward, teeth bared, growling: Like the glory of old! I thirst for it so…! All for Garrow — Daisag or no, a head start will do them no good!

4/5
Garrow muses in a gruff voice. And now look at us. When we hunted, we were together. Where is Daisag? We should wait for her, then run these down at our leisure.

5/5
Because, Xox, says the wolflike fourth as it looks about, we cannot hunt without our full complement. Where is Daisag?