What would I have done?
*I* would have played my PC:
The Ranger listened, as the Vitling lad finished his tale, staring at the lad through slit eyes. His opinions, freely given, were well-known to the party... He was neutral to Law versus Chaos, and ever pointing towards the Good, like a compass needle towards the North. His words were surprising.
"So we leave him... You cannot save one who does not wish to be saved, although why he would run from the wolves, then, I know not. I hear that the Vitlings hold both Honor & Courage dear. The boy's willingness to sacrifice himself shows he has Honor, if not Courage, but then... The Path of the Hero is not for everyone."
I grinned. The Ranger's thinly-veiled needling of the lad worked. He liked being seen as honorable, but not being seen as less-than courageous. He bristled. The Ranger turned from addressing us, to addressing the boy.
"This is a hunt? So you're allowed to fight back?" He reached into one of his
Quivers of Ehlonna, and withdrew a Composite Longbow, one of six taken off a batch of recently-deceased Gnolls he had met long before joining our party. He fished his old quiver off the saddlehorn of his warhorse, pulled twenty arrows from his quiver, and stuffed them into his old one, passing it to the boy, along with the bow. He fished in his saddlebags for the other old quiver, from back in the days when he had first started adventuring.
"Anyone remember if Winter Wolves have DR 15/Silver? I don't have any Knowledge (Arcana)." The Illusionist did, of course. "Ah, I have that!" he crowed. "Ah, no, actually! You must be thinking of Lycanthropes, Werewolves, and even then, it's only DR 10/Silver! (Not even Werewolf Lords have DR that high!) No, Winter Wolves can be harmed by ordinary weapons, but fire is your best bet, boy!"
Reaching back, the Ranger produced two torches, and one of those odd devices he was always surprising us with... I asked him about one of them, once. "Custom job!" was his reply... Seems he was never happy with ordinary equipment, and was always "engineering" his own versions, that worked the ways that HE thought they should!
Case in point; this device: A metal coupler that, in a trice, connected the two torches together, end-to-end, with the two flammable ends apart. He handed it to the boy.
"For when they get close... Light both ends. You know how to use a quarterstaff, don't you?" The lad's eyes lit up.
"Too bad you're not coming with us... Wolves circle the herd, but they rarely attack it. Too bad you're dead-set on dying..." (I love how he worked the word "dead" in there!) "If you were coming with us, we could show you some... more interesting ways to kill them... You don't have to be a Wizard or Sorcerer to cast Fireballs, you know!"
Dangle the bait, Ranger! Dangle that bait!
