It
was playing - well, I was humming it at least - and I continued the "chasing" theme later on. I'd reloaded after the last debacle, and gave the ogre a good slapping. My next task was to smack that kobold in
the face! That'll learn 'im.
Now I've saved and things should be back on track. I've used both potions of healing that I brought with me from Candlekeep by now, and was a little concerned with the state of my character's health. Which would be 1 HP. No problem say I, just be careful and run faster than them.
Off I go, keeping a wary eye out, and creeping about the forest (feeling very stealthy despite being cr*p at that skill). No problems so fa...
BAM!
Right into another effing, bl**dy wolf! I leg it and the wolf follows me. I make it to the wagons, diving into and out of the trees. The chase begins, and keeps on before I finally had had enough. Shady stops, turns and thwacks the wretched thing with a critical on the head. Ha ha, I say, come here and take it like a man! So there I am, a little elven thief chasing this bl**dy great big wolf around, using language that would make a docker blush at fifty paces, and laying about trees, rocks, wolves, gibberlings...anything that got in the way...until I stop, wait for the red mist to clear and look around at a completely empty map area. All enemies in site laying sprawled about the field.
Surveying the scene of carnage around me, Shady skips off through the leafy glades to the
Friendly Arm. Still with 1 HP intact.