So, there I was, chopping hickory with Oxfordian, my trusty steed ox, to practice my saw dust making skills, in the forest north of Hlint when the orcs that live there decide to eat me instead of Oxfordian. I ended up being very seriously routed - four orcs is a tad to much for me without Ghostly Visage - and ran off, after killing one of them, with Oxfordian right after me. After putting some distance and firing a few arrows at them (killing another) I boosted my health and ran back for a fist fight and... to my shock, Oxfordian had killed one of them and was making mincemeat out of the last one. I was in shock - a simple ox is tougher than a bard, and more party friendly as well because it doesn't talk! I seriously gave a second's thought to buy myself an entourage of oxen to escort me (as a gag, I must point out).
