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<blockquote data-quote="Guilt Puppy" data-source="post: 1986283" data-attributes="member: 6521">&quot;Not negotiable?&quot; He looks back and forth, from Fendric to Nurthk, briefly. &quot;Everyone stay put, because we're at an impasse, and if I see anyone move, things get ugly.&quot; He glares at Fendric, over Nurthk's shoulder. &quot;The weapon and the armor stay with me. Everything else I have is yours... About 300 plate in that. If that's not enough for you, and I don't honestly expect it is, but if it isn't, then we'll have to have it the bad way.&quot;Turning, he answers Nurthk.&quot;So after I was put in charge, not chief really, just in charge... What happened then? Then I had a whole tribe of these dogs asking how they were supposed to get fed, and waiting to gut me if I didn't have an answer quick. Game's been thinned lately, and this lot's not smart enough to farm or anything so clever.&quot; He shakes his head with contempt. &quot;So I did the thing I came here to get away from in the first place: I put my neck out for the profit of men.&quot;At this point in his telling, he looks at Oliver, and says, pointedly: &quot;Oh yes, I know your kind well, too.&quot;&quot;A lot approached us,&quot; he says, returning his attention to Nurthk. &quot;Humans, not sure who they were, exactly... Southkingdomers, I'd say, by the dialect. Offered food in exchange for weapons, at a nice rate, so long as those weapons came from these cities. So, what was I supposed to do?&quot; He shakes his head: It's clear that his regret is genuine, and that it has more to do with who he's worked for than what he's done. &quot;The last chief died on a human job. Should've known better.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Guilt Puppy, post: 1986283, member: 6521"] "Not negotiable?" He looks back and forth, from Fendric to Nurthk, briefly. "Everyone stay put, because we're at an impasse, and if I see anyone move, things get ugly." He glares at Fendric, over Nurthk's shoulder. "The weapon and the armor stay with me. Everything else I have is yours... About 300 plate in that. If that's not enough for you, and I don't honestly expect it is, but if it isn't, then we'll have to have it the bad way." Turning, he answers Nurthk. "So after I was put in charge, not chief really, just in charge... What happened then? [i]Then[/i] I had a whole tribe of these dogs asking how they were supposed to get fed, and waiting to gut me if I didn't have an answer quick. Game's been thinned lately, and this lot's not smart enough to [i]farm[/i] or anything so clever." He shakes his head with contempt. "So I did the thing I came here to get away from in the first place: I put my neck out for the profit of [i]men.[/i]" At this point in his telling, he looks at Oliver, and says, pointedly: "Oh yes, I know [i]your[/i] kind well, too." "A lot approached us," he says, returning his attention to Nurthk. "Humans, not sure who they were, exactly... Southkingdomers, I'd say, by the dialect. Offered food in exchange for weapons, at a nice rate, so long as those weapons came from these cities. So, what was I supposed to do?" He shakes his head: It's clear that his regret is genuine, and that it has more to do with who he's worked for than what he's done. "The last chief died on a human job. Should've known better." [/QUOTE]

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