Agnar looked down and frowned. He had left his snowshoes back at the tree he was sawing. Fighting around the camp was somewhat possible, but there is no way in hell he'll be running all the way to Obelisk on the snow.
She looks to be on the other end of the forest.
So he reached into his pocket and pulled another one, a bottle of cursed water, not another pair of snowshoes. Why would he run when he has a perfectly fine flying horse around?
He looked at the succubus with an evil smile. "Time to work, horse... no, donkey."
He splashed the succubus in the face with the cursed water, healing her. Since she is controlled by the slave collar, they might as well use her well. In such a desperate situation, Agnar won't refuse the help of anyone. Even an evil, twisted, and scary succubus.
