You think about knowledge.
"I shall give you knowledge. In six years time, the slayers of your father shall regain their strength, and, under guidance of a ruthless doe, shall strike with huge numbers of warriors and little warning, which shall spell your doom unless you prepare for them well." Before you can ask for details, the white stag turns around and then effortlessly jumps - or, you could say, flies - across the huge ravine, reaching the other side and disappearing between the trees.
You return to the rest of the hunting group with sad news that unfortunately the white stag managed to flee.
"Ah, we were prepared for this to happen." Says the leading priest. "In last two centuries, and eleven hunts, we hath captured and sacrificed the white stag only once. Mayhaps your sons, or sons of your sons, shall have more luck."
You return to the castle after the feast were two previously hunted, normal stags, are main dishes.
825 AD, Summer
A Hurthling delegation have arrived, all of them in pink cloaks.
"Our good hew-mon sirreh!" They squeak. "We are plentiful, and we are working hard, and we are paying taxes to the good governah, and our Chiiftain asked him to let us join important offices to have representation, but the governah said no! So Chiiftain sent us here because he always had the ear of good hew-mon King!" You...
A) Promise that you write a letter to the governor in which you shall ask that Hurthlings are allowed to take important positions amongst humans.
B) Won't help them because there must be a line drawn between the integration of the two societies.