Dunamin
First Post
Woe clears up... slightly.
“Keep on the move or wait to refuel; either way works for me.”
“Though I wouldn’t call our last scuffle overwhelmingly capable survival; half the team were on the ropes. I have no illusions that we weren’t cutting it closer than a blind old barber with the shakes trying to shave a bugbear.”
Woe takes another swig of rum and taps his fingers idly against the barrel.
“Still, I don’t mind a high-end gamble. We could scout ahead, take out isolated punk sentries given the opportunity, and stakeout the more hairy opposition until the team’s regrouped. Course’, it’s likely they know we’re coming now, and we might risk getting blown up again – no accounting for the trauma of seeing that scale of booze being wasted once more.”
“Keep on the move or wait to refuel; either way works for me.”
“Though I wouldn’t call our last scuffle overwhelmingly capable survival; half the team were on the ropes. I have no illusions that we weren’t cutting it closer than a blind old barber with the shakes trying to shave a bugbear.”
Woe takes another swig of rum and taps his fingers idly against the barrel.
“Still, I don’t mind a high-end gamble. We could scout ahead, take out isolated punk sentries given the opportunity, and stakeout the more hairy opposition until the team’s regrouped. Course’, it’s likely they know we’re coming now, and we might risk getting blown up again – no accounting for the trauma of seeing that scale of booze being wasted once more.”