Landing on the forest floor as the arrow pierces the shifting shadows Vanyal stows his bow and pulls out his quarterstaff. As he steps forward he pulls a shamrock leaf and a sprig of mistletoe out of the bandolier across his chest, rubs them up and down the shaft of the quarterstaff, and mutters a few words as the quarterstaff glows for a brief second. At just the right moment too it would seem because before him stood a very short, very pointy eared humanoid.

"I swear! Spare me and I’ll grant you a wish in exchange for my life. Please!"

Clint stares at the pleading, almost childlike humanoid, then looks up at Vanyel who shrugs.

The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.

Clint grunts in frustration "...Dulak." The light stops shining over head and the helm returns to a dark red slits

“And make sure that one doesn’t eat me” The small handed points at the face of the Owlin.

“If you don’t can it. I’ll chop you up and eat you myself.”

Vanyal cocks his head to the side, “You’re the one that attacked us unprovoked. I merely stopped you from hurting my companion and escaping. Plus you look unappetizing, no meat to you, it wouldn’t be worth the effort to eat you.”

“Let’s tie him up.” Clint says

“Huh? Wait what? Unhand me you ogre. You pig faced orc. Ah, AW, AH! That’s! Too! Tight!”

And a bond is wrapped quickly around his appendages with a tether in the hand of Clint.

"OK, OK like I said before I will grant you any wish that you desire if you free me."