Macguffin nodded to let the young lad know that the creature was indeed bigger. “Just slightly though. And there is no need to worry. The guards here make sure everyone is safe.” Macguffin says as they walk into the smithery tent. The man working there was covered in sweat. Macguffin shook the man prophetic hand and after exchanging a few words leaves with Wee Dingwall.
Anything bigger than Craig that moved was too big. There was a mental list of creatures unseen to find what might be in those woods. It kept him quiet and still able to followed Lord MacGuffin’s footsteps.