NO, WAIT! came the warning from their hunting guide, a moment too late as the bowstring thrummed. The arrow whispered through the ancient trees of the Neverwinter Wood until it found its mark: the flank of the largest stag Harbin Wester had ever set eyes upon.

The beast did not rear, nor did it bolt deeper into the forest. Instead, it slowly rounded on the hunting party, baring its teeth as it held them in a malevolent, burning gaze that lit up the darkening wood.

The charge came at a terrifying speed.

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