He'd once tried to tie up and drag a dead boar behind him.

Predictably it didn't go well for him.

They're not enormous creatures but they're not small either, and the tusks will ruin someone's life.

He spins his spear between his hands, not watching Istredd try to get himself in order. He'll only get moving when he senses or hears so kind of go ahead from Istredd.

"They don't even let us bring in our own weaponry, I doubt they'd allow a wagon."