You know you've been delayed when slugs make it ahead of you.
Speaking of delayed, not sure why my latest updates haven't been arriving on time. I'll see what I can do about this, sorry everyone!
Bending down, Pleht takes Saav roots and stuff them into his jacket as if they weren't so huge.
Pleht: So, a club made of Saav roots? I can't say I've heard of such a thing...
Brudil: Well, it was better than nothing. Besides, Marvo wasn't complaining.
Marvo, for his part, is resting comfortably in the platter lid.
Pleht and Brudil look into the open doorway as Brudil passes Marvo to Pleht. It leads to a well-lit hall that turns a corner.
Brudil: Corpus has to be working on something big.
Pleht: But why are parts of the tower being lit? I mean, no undead minion would need light.
As he muses, Marvo looks around the corner in shock. Brudil glares angrily, ready for action against the Red SLugfolk (brandishing a sword), the Yellow Slugfolk (cowering behind some rubble), and the carnivorous plant.
Red Slugfolk: What are we, boiled cabbage?
47 – Round Two
