OOC: LOL, possesion. Thing. Yeah. Mushroom, you can do the Big Bro's and the Slog/Sleg (whichever) please.
IC: (Fllet) The seargent wacthed him carefully. He almost seemed willing to do the work well. Angela must have bullied him into it well. The Slig wanted to get some SB (Soulstorm brew), but was meant to wacth the Mudokon. He stayed for a while. It never turned it's head once. So the seargent thought it would be safe to sneak off to get a drink quickly.
Fleet listened carefully as the quiet thunps faded away. "Heh, moron" Fleet thought to himself. But maybe escaping now would be a bad idea...nah.If he wanted to escape and avoid danger to others, he wouldn't attack any of the Big Bro's on guard, so he sneaked past quietly. Suddenly, he heard clunking steps of the Big Bro's coming in from both sides. He leapt up into a hole in the ceiling. Below, they stopped to chat.
Fleet sat down, and waited. Then, on the other side infront of him, he saw a dog-like shape, put on guard. It was in a fitful sleep, but the Sligs chatter was waking it up.
"Oh Buggar..."
OOC: Shryke can wait for more answers from the Fleeches etc.
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