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- This tigress... it won't let me rest... - Veserod forced himself to look away from Eir and straightened up. - That is... a deer. The spirits of the Rus' didn't do that. Someone put it there for some reason. Maybe it was the newcomers... The hunter shook his head gloomily and began to mutter to himself. He wanted to spit, but he didn't do it indoors.
— That's a reasonable assumption, — agreed Gungnir, carefully watching Eir and Imelda so that they didn't hurt themselves, — because otherwise, one might think that the girl appeared in the tree out of thin air. For now, it's difficult, if not impossible, to identify the culprit, so it's better to think about the motive first. So, any ideas?