We have passed through three human villages so far. All deserted. Each surrounded by abandoned farms. Continued vigilance ensures our safety. It is very apparent that in the absence of humans, wild animals are moving in and multiplying. Wild boars especially. They are particularly ornery.
They remind me of the Wisp.
Dunfallon has to be constantly on his guard. (Rumble declared that if the pixie fell afoul to one, he’d hunt it down, kill it, then roast it on a spit).
I feel the same way. Though I admit I would rather deal with a few boars than an army of trolls. And I am so glad we have not run into any.