« Last post by Tinnitus56 on April 24, 2020, 09:39:16 AM »
There was a deal of recalcitrance about scouting among the boyz ("oo wantstobe the first target?")... and their (then) current quarters were comfortably verminous (so tasty in a garlic butter sauce!)
The Shaman-General commenced negotiations by lightly grilling a few of the slower boyz and the survivors they have now agreed to get on with it.