Caves Bears and Sweetrolls

The ex cleric was deep in the cavernous depths, at the bottom of the mountain canyon. He was preparing to venture into the maze of crystals and rock, an area he had never successfully mapped.

A deep growl echoed in the confined space breaking his concentration. He had noticed the cave bear when he entered but it had seemed content to ignore him, now however it was looking at him in a menacing fashion.

Cursing quietly for not paying his taxes, he rummaged in his pack looking for something to threaten the bear with. The lockpick looked small and silly in his hands, even to his own eyes but it was better than risking his precious paintbrush, now carefully stowed away.

The bear growled again, in an even more aggressive fashion, thinking again the ex cleric looked in his pack and found a sweetroll. Rolling it towards the bear he wondered if it would distract the creature long enough to escape.

The cave bear eyed the sweetroll contemptuously and eyed the ex cleric even more hungrily. He had just enough time to take a deep breath before, claws, fur, teeth...

He awoke at the life monument, pondering the unusual behaviour of the cave bear and mourning the loss of a perfectly good sweetroll. The odd behaviour continued as apparently the same sweetroll dropped into his lap a moment later to the echoes of bear like laughter.