iv) Meanwhile, Cang has sped stealthily off

Meanwhile, Cang has sped stealthily off and ascended a nearby tree, awkwardly bearing his warhammer slung across his back. He climbs out onto the branches, shuffling quietly like a newborn, as his whispering allies bicker below.
When the nightpig follows their noise and steps out to meet them, Cang holds his breath, and lets fall his hammer, clubbing the beast at the crown of the skull.
It shrieks and spasms, and collapses, twitching.
“You’ll find I return regularly,” Cang calls down to his stunned compatriots. “May the many gods all aid you on the day that I do not.”

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