Rolled 2, 2, 1, 4, 3, 4, 2 = 18 (7d4)
>>6068568Two days after your <span class="mu-i">genius</span> suggestion Seafood suddenly plops down on the ground and starts killing the greenery with his presence again.
You don't ask why, you just set your things down and prepare to make camp. Quietness, unobstrusiveness, and keenness of observation lengthen one's life and shortens those of those one does not like. The lumps on your head taught you that.
Only when you have gotten a fire going and hung up the kettle does your Seafood say,
"Tudi. The road, Eastly. Go."
He flings the Wondrous Pillager Pouch at you, over you. You have no idea what he means, but questions shorten the life of those that ask them. A swollen mouth and several loosened teeth taught you that.
You immediately kneel to both knees and pick up the Pouch, and bow to him from the ground, raising the Pouch with both hands above your head in his direction. Only when he waves you on with his pinkie do you rise and get going. Your kludge armor, shabby axe and Dagger are on you all the time.
You both know you are not sincere, but it needs to be done this way. You must always flatter whom you hate, and demand it from those that hate you; the first to erode and create weakness, the second to break their spirit and reveal betrayal. One can neither give nor get flattery <span class="mu-i">enough</span>.
You are LEARNING.
You are learning WELL.
You are learning EVERYTHING.
*****
A Time (~40mins) later, down the road Seafood pointed you, a small train of two caravans comes in your direction.
Noisy, rickety, just serviceable to make the two day trip on full lade and back. You can hear the women talking two trees deep from the road, even above the wagon wheels and the clopping of the mules.
>7 LM broken down = 2 mules of 1.5 LM each and 1 adult man of fighting age, 1 old man, 1 old woman, 3 women of childbearing age You remember the Wondrous Pillager Pouch that Seafood threw towards you. You thought you'd needed to fight and beat him for it, never expecting to get it back for free for nothing.
You put the Pouch, the travellers, and your <span class="mu-i">genius</span> suggestion together.
Ohhh. <span class="mu-i"> That's </span> what Seafood meant. Gibb them, take their blood back to him, seven Men's worth.
Theyre locals, back from Market Day in a nearby town; small traders going home with empty baskets and fatty purses. Theys got STUFFS.
If they have been successful in their venture might have deposited theirs at the Cash Holders for peace of mind while traveling (meh STUFFS). Or maybe their venture was just unsuccessful (little STUFFS). Or maybe they were moderately successful fools who thought all near roads safe (big STUFFS). You'll find out which it is soon enough...
The old woman sleeping in the rear wagon gets it first, both sides of the throat with the Dagger.
Her old man, watching the road and drowsy himself, doesn't notice; in two heart beats you put two through his heart.
You manage two women before the third screams.
>QM rollan 7d4 for STUFFS looted. 