Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-16100664-20131112215921/@comment-24081142-20131114200318

Hrafnir wakes up and intentionally ignores the prisoner. He gathers up the rabbits, and slits the throat of the one that isn't quite dead. Then he adds fresh branches and re-lights the fire. After skinning and gutting the rabbits, he throws them in a cooking pot, along with some herbs and vegetables (yes, he carries fresh vegetables in his pockets!), and a lot of snow (why carry heavy waterskins?)

A wolf, caught in one of his snares, growls at him. On all fours, Hrafnir crawls over to it, stopping just out of its reach. He stares into its eyes and growls back. After a moment, the wolf whines and rolls on its back. Hrafnir places his hand on its throat for a moment, then slowly withdraws it and cuts through the snare with his knife. The wolf slinks away, turning back for a moment. Hrafnir catches its eye again, and nods slightly. Then the wolf stops, and sits like a guard dog, staring hungrily at the tied-up nord.

Finally, Hrafnir glances at the prisoner.

"I am going to let you down, but your hands will remain bound.  If you try to run, the wolf will see you as prey, and I will not stop him from killing you.  So I advise you to join me by the fire, and tell me everything you know about these necromancers - and the trapdoor under that hay-pile.  If your answers please me, I will untie you and let you eat.  Otherwise, you will have a very long walk to town, with your hands tied - assuming my companions don't decide to kill you.  So for your sake, I hope you have something interesting to say!"

He cuts the rope, and the prisoner falls heavily to the ground.