"Hey, Roy! Whut's thisshear white crumb stuff I see near your saddlebags?"
"Dunno, Sam- I first seen it a few days ago. Ah'm thinkin' its some kind of vermin spoor, attracted to the smell of the head of His Evilness, yonder."
"Ain't that a spent slug, too?"
"Yup, but don't pay it no nevermind...we cain't be the first to do some shootin' 'round these hear parts."
*Umbran grins & giggles to self while wringing hands and twirling his mental moustache*
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