Commissioned from  FortunataFox

Borbon Rocklore and his friend Siegfried walk off after their failed ambush against Gandal Blackfur
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Borbon depressingly began to climb back down to their ambush site and quickly began to raise his hope. Gandal was still far off from his horde, his vermin scattered, and he was mostly alone with a captain of his. The mole joined up with his friend and looked for Numbat, who was helping a Hare who had just saved him clean his wounds.

“Be sure to put these herbs every half day into the wound to help it better heal, chap. You don’t want it to get lobbed off for infection!” The Hare nodded and limped off. Borbon angrily yelled at the Hare.

“Grub yur hares an’ muv out! Gundul is still ut dur! We gut em buy du ropes! Lut us funish thut varment! Yu dur, murksbeasts! Fullow me an hulp me truck him an--” He was cut off by Numbat “I am sorry Borbon, but this was a risk, and we failed. We are leaving back to Palewind camp, and you should join me there to plan our next manuevers.”

“Wuz gut no time fer dut! Gundul is gutten away, Numbat! I wull nut let that varment live one duy mure!”

“I am sorry.” The Hare replied sadly, looking upon the mole who had a deep anger in his voice. The once gentle warrior had long abandoned any form of decency, and dedicated much of his life to hunting Gandal. Kasg’s memories loomed large over Mossflower, and the evil beast may have been dead, but his presence was still felt, especially in his minions such as Gandal. Borbon had tears in his eyes, angrily shouting and raving.

“Yu! Yu dumb buest! Yu dulay an’ dulay an’ he guts awuy again an’ again! Gundul murdured me family, murdured me whole clan, an’ now he murdured me friend and hus family! We shuld have moved agunst him seasons ago, an yu sat on it, thunkin he be a minor threat, we’ll guss whut, he nuw be killun an’ pillagun unprovoked, unchallunged! He is nuw alun, in dem wuuds, an all we gutta do is get at em!”

“I will not leave my injured Hares here in this part of the country on a fool’s mission, Borbon, no matter how much I want him dead as well. He is my responsibility, and we simply have not enough hares to challenge him directly. Trust me, we need to whittle him down, the bloody blighter will make a terrible mistake one way, or another.”

Borbon was furious, this was the 4th time this has happened. Each time Gandal escaped him in this land, each time because the Long Patrol wanted to play games of tactics while the rat prodded and poked at the borders of the country. The excuses continued to pile up, and injured hares was a joke to him. He relented and angrily gripped his warhammer and began cresting the hill. He would not be returning to Palewind anytime soon, and was joined by Siegfriend.

Numbat began commanding his hares to move out “Gandal will likely return to his horde before daybreak, and if we are well on our toes, he won’t scour us out here. Return to Palewind at once. Balon, come with me, we will lead the flank and help the injured back to camp. With any luck, we will bring that wretch to justice some other way.”

Balon sighed “Yes, sir. If I may ask, Numbat, we could have sent the archers after Gandal?”

“Nay. Gandal’s horde is not far off. Trying to hunt him in the dark, running as fast if not faster, with his horde on high alert will only endanger their lives. Borbon will have to wait till we thinned their number and chipped off their experienced creatures. Unlike Kasg, Gandal has only so limited resources.”

“And the ferrets who failed to kill or even slow the damned cretan down?”

“Remind me to quarter their pay and harshly tell them that if they were hares, I would have had them flogged. Once we return to Palewind.”