ooc: Callooh, Callay! Oh Frabjous day, Of Munch's Master and things!
There ya go, bit of classic English literature!
Albert, taken completely by surprise, spun round with an arrow loaded into his bow and it pointing directly at Laskar's mask in under a second of him bursting into the clearing. Realising he was a fingernail away from killing Laskar he was not impressed.
Albert: "What are you doing you idiot? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Cheddar was eaqually taken by surprise but recognising Laskar he was a little quicker to calm down.
Cheddar: "Calm down, Laskar, these two sligs have left the industrials and want to join us. One-" he gestures to Slugger, "Shot his superior and decided to join us. The other I haven't relly spoken to but he certainly doesn't have the industrial mercilessness which I'm sure you remember well." He turns to Slugger and Sly. "This is LAskar, he's been a member of our tribe for several years and I'm sure will help you get the hang of this life once we get something sorted out." Then he adresses the group. "I think, for the time being, Berdon is right, the best shelter we can get is the trees, we don't have enough equipment or resources for anything more water-tight, so I hope you don't mind getting wet. We'll pull together the best shelter we can from the undergrowth, but if you have anything to keep dry, if your pants aren't particularly water-resistant," He motions towards the three sligs with his staff, "Then I suggest you shelter them somewhere. better to crawl on your bellies for a storm than for a season." (100 days, though as that's the native calander, Slugger and Sly might not understand that fully)
Albert moves over to Laskar. "It's good to see you're alive, though it might not have been necessary to scare the life out of me. Did you find... anyone... or anything... at the village? There are some things I'd like to here news of, and some people."
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