Both frost, and the lord grin. "Stiff competition, then! I daresay I haven't a chance against either of you two legendary warriors," the lord says, with a hearty chuckle. "But, come, come! The light wastes, and we mustn't dally!"<br/><br/>With that, he scurries off towards the stables, where eight mounts are prepared, including an extremely large draft horse, for the ogre, and a small pony for Sly, and two additional members, to round out the party for the lord. The group is offered their choices of good weapons, including shortbows and crossbows, hunting spears, and a variety of other, similar weaponry. Once they're all equipped and mounted, he leads the way out into the woods.<br/><br/>Once away from the manor, the lord calls them all together. "Now then! We'll split into three teams, and the team that brings back the most meat by... say, four hours past midday, shall be declared the winner! Best of luck to you all!"