Rope thinks about telling evreyone about the food and (however crude) furniture he had a little farther in the cave, a little down the way, but decides not to. The others wanted to talk business. He makes his way over to where Drake has seated himself, and leans against the wall behind him.
Rope: Yeah, Nig's right. They're probably on full alert, and will be for a while yet. I'll bet my feathers that there'll be slogs crawling out of every crack.
So we need to find a way to sneak past the sligs unnoticed ... and if you want to risk it, I might--strong emphasis on might--have a way around it al ... who's interested?
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