"I’m not sure why you’re surprised," the buck drawled. "Why on earth would I help you for free?"
He was leaning against a tree, a picture of nonchalance. The Acha in front of him was trembling, hemmed in on either side by two enormous grunting boars.
"B-b-but-"
"But what? You will supply what I ask for by tomorrow morning or your lovely doe will find out exactly what happened to her other suitor, as well as a few other things. This is not negotiable… and you won’t like what happens if you fail."
He smiled and one of the boars pawed at the ground, tusks swinging perilously close to the Acha’s legs.
"Now get out of here. You're wasting time."
The Acha knew better than to try spluttering through any further protests and backed up. With one last frightened look he disappeared into the swamp as fast his legs could carry him.
It had been, Farrow decided, a very lucrative morning.
