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"Come, come, beastie," you coo, reaching out for the creature.

As anticipated, as soon as it recognizes your intent it grows frenzied; but you have enough surprise on your side to secure it into the cage regardless with only modest damage to your flesh and cloth.

Brute hoots with fury and sorrow at the ignominious treatment. [-Brute] But you breathe a sigh of relief as you head for the door, reasonably confident that the creature will not make mischief in your absence. [+Surety] You push the thought from your mind that the beast already broke its way out of the cage once before. You need to focus.

On To Court