I casually saunter up to Veer, who doesn’t think there’s any concern as I’m carrying a white flag. I chat with him amiably about things like the weather when suddenly something in the water appears to catch my eye, and I go over to it to look. Veer, curious, follows me, and we both bend down to look in the water. At which point I whip his legs with the white flag, causing him to fall face-first into the river. I then jump on his back, forcing his head down into the water, where I hold it until his struggles die. Throwing his limp body to the carp, I return to the center of the hill, along with my white flag.

I own the hill. Or Lord Shplane, I’m a bit unclear on that. Whatever it is, I own it.