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1d10 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 Init.

Burk wants to place himself where he can surprise one of the Orks, by climbing up a tree, perhaps.

"Aye, Sarge! C'mon, Teeny. Let's get somewhere where you can cook. Maybe we'll find something for stew on the way, eh?"

Canten smiled up at the Ratling on the wall.

1d100 ⇒ 32 vs 46

"Well, boss. Teeny and I can act as scouts, and plot us a course. We're the sneakiest of this bunch. If we can spot enemy forces before we all stumble into them, we can move alot faster and keep this party playing our kind o' music."

"I don't think we should do either one. If we leave, we need to make a hard breakout. Head directly to the last knowns of friendly forces. We can't hold this fort and foray into the jungle, too. There aren't enough of us."

Burk looks at the Sergeant with a lopsided grin.

"I'll not give the stinkin' greenies the honor of claiming my scalp! By the Emperor, we've more wars to fight!"