Wyndfere approaches the door to the tavern holding the deer from the woods over his shoulder. He pauses to think, "Why are all these Ressik buggers here?"
He pushes the door open and heads to the kitchen. He heaves the deer onto the table, knocking a few things on the ground. He looks at the cook, "Thought you might like this. Fresh meat to feed all these vultures out there. But save a little for us though. These Ressik scoundrels won't be alive long."
Wyndfere returns the bar room and waits eyeing all the Ressik men and thinking how to best kill everyone of them if the time arises.