"Alrighty then, lets head out." He lead Garit to the trail to his house, and by the time they got there, he saw a box on the table. "Wonder what this is...." He opened it up and unraveled one of the clothes. "Oh thank odd! I still got some of my fine china." He put down two plates and pulled out a couple loafs of bread and got out a can of opple juice and whatever dining tools were left. "Go ahead and eat, i'll go check in the basement if there are any weapons down there left.
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"Alright then, it's decided! Get ready to head out boys! We will leave in thirty minutes, got it? Good, now Kert, you know what to do. The rest of you start organizin' into groups." Mort said, ordering them around. "You!" he ordered to one of the smaller runts, "get my flag, we are gonna' claim Spittoonstone as ours." The little midget ran off to follow orders as the rest of them began getting organized.
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Kert put the iron chain leeshes around the six of the slegs, holding three of the leeshes in each hand, while the slegs sat down on the ground and chewed on their bones. "Haha, this is gonna be loads of fun..." He spit out a load of phlem and laughed.
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