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Rolled 4, 4, 3 = 11 (3d4)
On the way back to the Dedder Dump (Mass Grave) to collect yer Dimmies you have a bright finky.
What if you kept all the helff potts and gave Seafood just the mana potts? He won't notice if he don't know, right?
72 helff potts ain't nuffin. You usually don't get any, because Fighty Ones drink everfin when you <span class="mu-r"> givvidem </span> em too good, and no one ever sells to goblins. You think about your foits wiv Sordyfagg and Moar Ow. If you had this little lot in a tinny that you could swigg out of inna middle of the scrapp you might have had more options instead of having to go all-in and gamble wiv yer jumblies.
Seafood won't need helff potts anyway; he's too strong even as a little girl, and YOUre the one doing all the dirty work.
What's stopping you?
You think really hard: there's nothing wrong with your idea at all. And yet... and yet...
You don't do it. Don't take the helff potts n bury em somewhere for later. Instead, you slowly uncork the helff potts one by one and dribble a few drops out of each into a nearly empty oil kittle wot you got from the armory forge. You put a screw in a small picy cork for a stopper and tie a cord loop around the kittle, and you have yourself a handy tuffy swigg bottle of helffy juice.
>[Helff Swigga] GETTY!!!
>6/6 Swiggs
>4hp to YOU per swigg
>Refills with 1 Mid or 3 Smoll Helff Potts
By the time the kittle's full, you've done all the helff potts. Then you do the same to the mana potts, except you dribble those into the Necht Zuggsteigg you emptied over dinner.
When it's all done, all the bottles liquids looks nearly uniform again. Except for the grub prints you left while handling them.
>shidd.
You wipe them hastily.
>ah!
The cloth you wiped it on was from the armory and oily!
>wat fuk wat fuk nnnnn
>...ah!
You wipe ALL the bottles with the same cloth, then all the boxes, outsides n innies. You're going to tell Seafoods you found em all dat way in the armory. If he's still gonnae thrash yez after dat, welp, you tried; there's jezt no runnen from some fingz.
°°°
After burying the bones and skins of Seafood's leftovers in the main part of the Dedder Dump you all troop back to camp, where you show off your swaggz before the grinning Dimmies and Seafood.
On seeing the Elf longsords and fatty Dorfy collars Seafood arrests you.
"These war-tools are not simple; Phoenixes above pigeons, against the others. Did you find any documents with these."
To this you hand him the tally books, the only paper stuff you found.
When you show him the potts, to no surprise, he takes them all, uncorking one of each type for a taste.
If he feels the oiliness on the glass he doesn't mention it; maybe he's getting used to your perfectly acceptable standard of cleanliness. Or maybe he's testing you, letting fings slide so you'll get bolder and carelesser later. You keep yer face supa grinny, so's he carnt see yer little twitches.
QMroll1: days gained
QMroll2&3: LM gained
