Orcelito arrives at the scene of the crime early, and judging by his tense stance, he’s not prepared for this. There’s little he can do to fend off animals three times his size (maybe that’s why he’s so frustrated.) And who chooses to put a banquet out in the open? This is utter and deliberate folly! In times like these, he wonders if the Guardian has their best interests in mind, to put the Adventurers in such circumstances as fending off food thieves.

But enough of that. He sighs. There’s no sense fussing about it; something must be done! Without the hunting skills to force the forest’s inhabitants back in their proper place, he pulls one of the last leaves of autumn off the Tree – a golden leaf still supple and not yet crumbling. He loads it with as many provisions as he can carry and drags the leaf by the stem across the branch and through the door into the inner hall.

One down. About twenty more to go.

This could take a while.