Thranduil returns, the small creature still sleeping and draped over a shoulder. When he enters the house the mage greets him. "You have them! great!" He looks up at your shoulder. "Well, not every day you see people bringing back a burrower." You ask him what exactly it is. "Well, you pulled one out of the ground not knowing what it is? Well, it's a small creature that takes the color of roots, digging itself underground. It has a unique horn on it's head, as an infant the horn is very soft and takes no form, but it finds a local low-ground flora and through an unknown process the horn takes the shape. For the rest of its life it will most likely linger around these as camouflage, but will not hesitate to leave if given the opportunity of food or companionship. As you heard previously, we call them burrowers, though the true name of their species is a Plia." He releases a breath, taking the mushrooms from your arms and placing them onto a table. He yells out a name. "Lohen!" Suddenly you hear quick footsteps coming down the stairs. You see a clearly elven man, thick glasses and short brown hair rush down the stairs, a deep blue robe covering his whole body. "Ah! Did you get the mushrooms?" He steps up next to the man, having the appearance of being younger than the mage. He shakes your hand "Thanks, it could have taken a lot of time, which I don't have, to find those."
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It's safe to say that Rodri then kills the wolf, taking out a leg the next turn keeping it stunned, etc.
He stands triumphant over the dead wolves, a bit of blood drawn really, but nothing major. Now... what to do with them?
Starved wolf
HP-6
LHP-5
Strength- 4
Defense- 1 (hide)
Attacks- bite- 2-4, 60 accuracy
Rodri exp- 93%