I came up with this comic after seeing the many cow corpses on the way to Goldshire Inn. I was so proud of the first light leather I crafted... I never thought much about how many critters it took to assemble :)
Something like this happened to my husband in the beta. He was poisoned and trying to recover but couldn't stay sitted because he was "still in combat". The only thing around them was a tiny innocent looking critter which turned out to be the cause!
Sorry to the Taurens out there! I love them, but whenever I draw one he looks like he just got off the Sweet Pickles bus :P