Moonspear So fetch

He did agree with her assessment—he hardly thought that Neverwinter would starve. Not when they had their own nice little corner of the world to flesh out for themselves; he knew their relative proximity to the weald would benefit them well, not to mention that they had a closer handle on the flatlands where he thought the herds would also try and gather. Still…

“If they do starve, that’s their own doing,” he murmured, shaking his head to dismiss the thought partially. “The time is high to make preparations and hem in what we can to sustain ourselves.” It was an instinctual sort of thing, at least for him; he knew just as well that Osiris and Atlas would not let the Glen want for any either, and knew that Moonspear would suffer slightly for their missing attention. But it was nothing that he nor Hydra couldn’t handle, not with the group that they had amassed over time.

“Do you fancy yourself a hunter, Toad?” His head canted slightly.