A boy of around five, the dust of the road still clinging to his clothes and face, runs up and hands Danial a large cloth wrapped parcel, rushing away just as soon as he came. The parcel smells of earth and decay, the tip of the silver fox tail it contains just peeking from the cloth's folds.
Danial accepted the small package out of pure reflex, and the boy was gone before he could ask… well, anything. Frowning in consternation, the mercenary studied the parcel. It smelled like the middle of an ancient forest, all dirt and mold and dying things, but it was the flash of silver fur that set Danial ill at ease. He wasn’t certain what sort of animal the fur belonged to, but he felt with an unpleasant certainty that he knew what he would find if he unwrapped the parcel.
But unwrapping it was hardly something he was inclined towards attempting. Strange gifts appearing from virtually nowhere had turned what could have been a pleasant journey with Asher into a tense and worrying nightmare. So, without bothering to even examine the thing in detail, Danial cocked his arm back and hurled the package as far into the forest by the road as he could. Satisfied it was out of sight, he hurried to find Asher. The elf didn’t need to know what had happened, not when it would only worry him further, but Danial would keep a close watch over him for the remainder of the day and night.
