A haggard and fatigued looking Tark rides back into camp.
"Ware you's alla been? You all git lost! Tark was ridin' around all over da place, but not able to find you's all. Now dat Tark finds you's, you's alla be safe! Now... ware's sum food? Me's very hungry and not eat for many moons."
Velag ponders the refusal. We kills all boggards, and now theses not come with us? They not friends, then. Me no like that. Mebbe we wipe out tribe of non-friends, have fun with shegobbies, and tell Gutwad it boggies that does it while we killing frog-god... but we 'venged them goodly.... and rescued shegobs.... Mebbe it time for a real 'quisition.... Me eat book about one once. Sound like fun...
He smiles as he thinks of the possibilities, and then pauses, Lizzies also friendly to these..., he sighs, ...guess that have to wait 'til later.
He looks at Bucko with a strange look in his eyes and a wicked grin and says, "We come back here for more fun later, kay?"
I look puzzled at the wind whisperers. "Y'all bunch o cowards! Wese save ya an y'all needs to serve us. Dat dere is gobbo tradition an I ain't gonna take no fer an answer! Ya stoopid gobbos pack your tings now. Your comin wit us weather yous like it or not!"
Remember guys, we are evil. We are held by no special obligations to let them live *Evil Grin* I like Valeg's plan. What says Tark?
As we ride along, Velag stops and snarls at his newbie, "Me not care what named used to be. Now, you called Badbait. Badbait Sneakykill. If you keep saying you want changed, me make it Sneakykill-ed. Not think you likes that."
Velag who doesn't need continuous rest to pray for spells will take one of the middle shifts, and will work with Badbait -- sneaking up and poking him with a sharp stick a few times to teach him to be more alert.