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Karth Riverbark(Me) Archer for Mossflower Defenders

Xander Winters-Leader of Mossflower Defenders

Krisha Winters-Mate to Xander

Varsha-Scout in Mossflower Defenders

Minsc-Warrior and Healer in Mossflower Defenders

Moonbeam-Bat

Spoofed: Wolverine named Bloodbath, Honey badger named Duskfur, some assorted guards and other city beasts

~~ LOG ~ ~ ~
Karth scanned the area of the docks, but decided to venture a little ways away from the docks, just in case and this place was slightly interesting. He knew the way back to the Jolly Roger Tavern so he wasn’t too worried on getting lost, but this place did have a lot of twists and turns.

Varsha was nearby, was she ever, and in trouble as she was being held by a rather tall nasty looking wolverine, “ Hey let me go ugly!” Which only angered the beast and caused them to show fangs. Varsha kicked the beast “Let Go!”

Moonbeam gasped and flew away till she was on a near crash landing into the sea otter, she stopped barely in time “Oh!..Oh it’s you…I mean yes of course, oh Varsha needs help she does she wandered away from the others and oh do hurry!”

Xander was worried, exploring was nice but not when you get lost in the twists and turns of a city. He tried to keep everyone with him together and failed as he sighed. “Don’t worry, we aren’t….too lost”

Krisha stayed close to Xander and frowned. “This place is loud and..odd smells.” Or maybe it’s left over motion sickness, she wasn’t sure. What she was sure of was staying close to Xander.

Minsc frowned “Aren’t we supposed to find some…contact and Rupert knows whom it is we seek, so we need to seek our friends sir….they have to be close yes?”

Karth bumps into the bat and steps back, he frowns and asks simply “Where is she?”

Moonbeam points and leads the way to the cat.

Varsha was about to be stabbed with a hooked blade, she eeped! “Hey all I did was say ya stinked..ya do!” The wolverine just snorts and gets ready to gut the cat. Varsha then screams!

Xander stops as he hears the scream and draws The Blade of The Northwind Storms, “Krisha stay by Minsc please” He then heads towards the sound and soon sees the wolverine and narrows his eyes as he charges forwards.

Krisha frowns and stays where she is, worry on her face.

Minsc lays a paw on Furyblazor and sighs “I…” He can’t and simply refuses to rush off to help, he isn’t leaving the badger alone by herself” Let’s hope he will be alright Krisha”

Karth gets an arrow and fires it at the wolverine, not anywhere vital, just the shoulder.

Moonbeam flies and lands on a fence post and watches “Oh dear…oh my..I hate fights, I hate blood….”

Varsha has her eyes closed, wait she is alive and the wolverine is howling in pain with an arrow now deep in its shoulder, it drops the cat and goes to snap at her when the badger shows up, the wolverine growls and goes to  grab the badger by the throat, if he can and then slam the badger into a shop window, looks like a place there are selling eels and…gross frog legs, maybe some seaweed also.

Xander managed to get a slice at the wolverine’s chest at the same time the wolverine does grab him by the throat. He panics a little as he grasps for breath and feels himself slammed into the window. Luckily he avoids any cuts thanks to the thick cloak, but the window is broke and he is now in a pile of eels, frog legs and sea weed coughing and catching his breath. His blade was dropped by the wolverine’s footpaws.

Krisha goes to pull Minsc towards where they went, and just in time to see…..”Xander!”

Minsc rushes forwards and now Furyblazor is indeed drawn and he is ready to slay a wolverine if needed.

Karth frowns and gets ready to fire off another arrow, he aims and fires!

Varsha eyes widen, Oh the chaos! A couple what look like guards show up, a couple tall sea otters and some tall pure black badger, or sort of a badger as he had no stripes and looks like a sort of shaggy carpet maybe. The badger speaks” That’s Bloodbath…he escaped and is dangerous” The cat rolls her eyes “What a lovely name….” The arrow ends up doing them all a favor as it sinks into the wolverine known as Bloodbath’s neck and he falls over dead. The badger blinks “Well….ok men check on the beast inside.”

Xander rubs his neck and takes a couple deep breaths, he will be ok just some bruises and a cut on his paw. He sits up and glances around for his blade.

Krisha rushes forwards to check on Xander.

Minsc puts away his own blade and walks over “Sir? Are you ok?”

Moonbeam stays where she is, too much excitement to suit her.

Karth makes his way over “Is every beast alright?” He sounds concerned as he nods to the guards and the other badger.

Varsha nods, a little shaken up but fine “I soooooooooo need a nap now, and some food, and drink” The wolverine is dead and the guards seem happy at this. It’s found out the black furred badger is something called a honey badger, sort of like a normal badger but a lot more willing to fight. He offers Xander help up and also picks up the badger’s blade and hands it to him “My name is Duskfur, Captain of the guard are you and your friends ok and anything we can do to help?”

Xander hugs Krisha “ I am alright…” He nods his thanks as he takes his blade “Just a good place to stay, and some help finding someone we are looking for, I don’t know  a name another friend does, they are supposed to get us a boat to finish a trip we are on”

Krisha hugs Xander and gives him a kiss, “Please don’t just rush off like that again love”

Karth speaks “I know where the Jolly Roger is, it’s the Inn the rest of our group is at, but we could use help finding a place called –The Lucky Dagger-.”

Duskfur nods “Well that’s….let’s see from the Jolly Roger you go left, then find a street called Stone way and go towards the docks, your see an alley called shady alley and tis there, be careful though. It’s not the best tavern to visit, just a warning but I could go when your headed there and things should go slightly better, that’s if your be needing some extra help?”

Varsha dusts off her outfit and sniffs the air and frowns at Xander “Sir…” She then decides to stay quiet, last time she told someone they smelled bad…she almost died.

Moonbeam flies over “Can we go now please?”

Karth nods his thanks and points to the way to go, he does notice the smell of eels, frog legs and sea weed but..well he is polite and so stays quiet. They soon get to the Jolly Roger and head inside.

Xander sighs, yes he knows he needs a serious bath but he just wants to sleep and make sure all is safe first.

Krisha stays close to Xander, yes he stinks but he is her mate.

Rupert sees the group and walks out arms folded “And what or  why the enormous amount of time and…..” He then quickly steps back and makes a face, “What is that vile detestable odor….what happen!” He shakes his head “A bath is needed, without haste, do it now!”

Varsha rolls her eyes “Geee we are happy to see you too hare…and your rude to our leader Xander had to fight a wildcat which,….yes I angered and so it tried to kill me cause I told it, it smelled bad , which it did it smelled like rotten cabbage and it was ugly too...the wolverine not the cabbage as how would I KNOW IF THE CABBAGE was ugly or not,  and then Xander came and it threw him into this shop with eels, frog legs and sea weed, the wolverine again not the cabbage as how could a cabbage ever do that I mean good grief... and Xander  was most likely already sweating from being lost and fighting….anyways the wolverine died and that was fine cause he was a bad guy according to this guard guy and..and sooooooooooooooooooooooooo….anyways” And on and on and on…”Then we came here”

Xander frowns and just walks off to get a good warm bath, then he will eat dinner and sleep.

Rupert listens to maybe…5% of her speech and just told beasts their rooms and went to his. He did hear hare and snorts before storming off, after giving Karth the room lists and whom is where.

Karth manages a small chuckle, he then finds Flea and after him and his friends have dinner they get some much needed sleep!

** Some Info Rupert mentioned on rooms **
Room1: Varsha, Lilymoore,Moonbeam
Room2: Karth, Flea, Minsc, Gorvernalus
Room3:Rupert, Xander, Krisha
And guess rooms are right next to each other if someone needs to check on someone else in another room ect……

~~~In Log~ ~ ~
Vojin Longtail(Me)-Head Guard of Ferravale

Oz Winters- Mother Badger of Redwall

~ ~ LOG ~ ~ ~

RW Abbey:Gates
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You are at the main entrance into Redwall Abbey. The gates are a a massive, double-doored wooden affair, reinforced with iron, and with a heavy latch and crossbar on the inside to prevent would-be invaders. While the gates almost always stand open, you get the impression that the builder of this portal designed it to be nigh impregnable. The entrance arch is amazingly thick, denoting the strength and thickness of the ancient walls themselves, which, despite the upheavals of the past, and numerous cracks present in the rose colored stone, still stand tall and strong. Uncountable pawprints can be seen in the dirt, leading both in and out of the Abbey. Along the bottom of the wall on either side of the arch, weeds and wildflowers can be seen in plenty. 
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Vojin was good at what he did, proved to be a fine leader when it was needed and helped out, always had his order to things....and then a new responsivity is throw at him he didn't plan on, but accepted and it could of always been worse, things could always be worse and he was lucky things were not, he just needed to get use to this new position, and one thing he felt important...let others he may have to speak to one day know as well. He also wasn’t sure of how so after some thought he just went, then waited after letting a guard know he was there.   

Oz seemed the only one not busy and so he had decided to come speak with the wildcat, "Hello, someone said you wished to speak to one of the main beasts here, hopefully I can do for now, I am Oz...caretaker of the dibbuns here, how may I help you?"
   
Vojin nods and then after studying the badger closer he notices he is blind and so clears his throat "I am Vojin...the umm....well Head Guard of Ferravale as of just recently that is, maybe a week or two, I would of been here sooner but, well, paperwork and all that, others getting use to me around and not Bandit"   

Oz frowns "Bandit died?" He always wondered how the fox always avoided death but if there was a new Head Guard then that was the only reason, why would Bandit ever quit on his own?   

Vojin quickly corrects him "No...he is alive and..."He stops "He is alive..."He can't say and well, as that would be a lie "He just felt it was time to step aside and give the job over to some other beast, me...I am Vojin Longtail and thought it important to let the abbey, whom I may need to speak to at times. know me."   

Oz blinks slowly "Oh...well him being alive still is good." He is curious "So whom finally spoke to Bandit on..retiring guess or he is just a guard now?"   

Vojin says, "I am unsure and no he just lives in Ferravale now, he did mention maybe a shop but was unsure"

   
Oz nods “If needed I can have other elders speak to you or least the abbot when he is not busy. Our Recorder is elsewhere for a few weeks and....as for our Master Healer we are unsure where he is, he was supposed to be back by now and seems to have gotten overworked or sidetracked"   

Vojin nods" The abbot is fine to speak to, and you say your Master Healer was supposed to be back, from where and when?"   

Oz says, "From Ferravale and last night...his daughter is with our Recorder and a couple others from the Mossflower Defenders but he wouldn’t of gone with them, without telling someone or sending a note, which is usually does if he is to stay overnight and no one mentioned a note"
   
Vojin listens as his tail flicks a little, “I saw him with that group, he was heading back here to the abbey said he needed to get home to his wife before she worried and that he wanted to be back by nightfall....my understanding was he was coming straight here and would of been here maybe an hour after sundown but most likely right before sundown."

Oz frowns now, "You saw him? He didn’t come back yet...this can’t be a good thing"   

Vojin is right away on the case "I can look around and I did not see him on the way here this morning either and I am always alert to all around me. Sounds and visions, even what seems seem out of place, then now it’s not out of place for a campfire in  cold weather. Did he or anyone here have those who may wish harm?"   

Oz says, "I don’t know of any but he could be in trouble and yes looking for him would be helpful"   

Vojin says, "I will do my best to find clues and see if anyone has seen anything or least try"   

Oz says, "Start with a rat named Patch...he knows how to find things out, he is to be trusted even if he is...sometimes seeming rude, but he will help trust me"

Vojin says, "I...will try and trust him, I have heard of him he is a spy and a thief and seems to like trouble, but has been helpful in past things...yes I keep track of certain beasts and now it’s more my job than ever before"

Oz says, "Any help would be good if Brother Leon is truly in trouble"
   
Vojin bows "I will do my best to find him I promise" He then goes to do just that.

!~ ~ ~ ~ IN LOG ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Karth Riverbark(Me)-Archer in Mossflower Defenders

Flea Underwood(Me)-Scout in Mossflower Defenders

Xander Winters-Leader of Mossflower Defenders

Krisha Winters-Badger  and mate to Xander Winters

Rupert-Recorder of Ferravale

Gorvenalus-Recorder of Redwall Abbey

Minsc-Warrior and Healer in Mossflower Defenders

Moonbeam-Bat

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~LOG -ALONG THE RIVER MOSS ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Karth was relaxing, or least trying to relax and that was hard as he finally just sat up and sighed.

Flea walked over “What is the matter me friend ? We have had a good couple days”

Krisha was sleeping, for now which was most likely a good idea.

Xander smiled at his wife and then looked to Flea and Karth “So whats the matter you two? I say this trip has been…well fairly good so far”

Karth frowns “It’s a small boat with not much room and I dislike it. The only good thing is that hare decided not to camp and take turns on watch to get to the port a little sooner”

Flea just shrugs and smirks “Fishing is good though”

“Yes this exploration is just the best “Rupert speaks “And I am a lapin” He rolls his eyes “A rabbit, not a hare. And I agree this vessel is much too minuscule. I want off as soon as possible.”

Xander blinks as he listens to the hare “You mean it’s too small of a boat?”

Gorvenalus wakes up and looks over “Please friends no arguing, we shall get to where we are going soon enough”

Minsc looks towards the shore and up the river a little “Yeah, soon…couple days’ time looks like. Then we find who ever we need to find, and the ship and get going on the real part of our mission”

Moonbeam was following them and stayed fairly close, but her wings were starting to hurt and she was tried as she went crashing towards the water with a splash.

Karth just frowns and starts to say something to the rabbit when he hears the splash and then sees the bat and dives in to get her.

Flea frowns “Can ya like..speak normal words Rupert….” He then stops mid-sentence as Karth dives into the water.

Rupert looks like he is ready to scream and takes a deep breath and glances over to where the bat crashed and a frown sits upon his face “OH…my.”

Xander eyes widen “Moonbeam?!” He starts to dive in himself and then waits when he sees Karth dive in.

Gorvenalus frowns and just watches, no since in another going to help as well.

Minsc says “I do hope she will be ok, she is a good creature and a friend”

Moonbeam felt herself sinking into the cold water and then something seemed to grab her, at first she struggled a little and then found she was too tried to do much.

Karth gets the bat to the surface and lays her in the small boat.

Rupert stays where he is letting the others tend to the bat and looked over a map, just what they need he thought, another passenger but at the same time he did hope the bat would be ok and recover.

Flea walked over “Is she being ok?”

Gorvenalus goes to help tend to the bat best he can.

Minsc nods “She be in good paws now”

Karth shakes water from his fur “I hope so, rather not have any bad news on this trip.”

Moonbeam coughs a little and shivers, she will be fine after a good couple days of rest and some nice food and drink.

Gorvenalus smiled as he nods “She should recover, seems we have an extra friend for our trip”

Minsc nods “Any friend on a trip is good to have”

Karth decides to have the next watch, they should be at the port city within a couple days’ time.

****Guess after some talk its Wednesday 15th  or Thursday 16th  depending on when most are on ****

In log:
Vojin-New Head Guard of Ferravale
Bandit- Now Retired as Head Guard of Ferravale

    ~~~LOG~ ~ ~

FV:Guardhouse:Head Guard Office
Large enough to hold a desk and a wooden cabinet designed to hold scrolls, this office lacks much of the grandeur that accompanies the title.
The desk and padded chair of the head guard is positioned  on the left of the office, allowing the occupant to see the rooms only window. Positioned above the wall opposite is a large snarling eel head stuffed and mounted in such a way that it's the first thing anyone sees upon entering the room.
If the head guard is not in he may be buried alive under the mountain of paperwork that engulfs the desk, even spilling onto the floor around it.

Bandit watches the first snow fall of Autumn through the window. It looks so calm and gentle as it piles up on the streets. One would hardly imagine there was a battle outside the gates just last month.

The fox sighs as he strokes the fireplace, waiting for one more beast to arrive.

Vojin arrives and then knocks on the door, he isn’t one to just walk right on inside anywhere and waits on a reply to enter the room.

The fat fox glances up at the head of an eel above his desk. Both a trophy and a device to put beasts on edge in his office. On the far wall there is a large metal club with spikes resting on the wall.

Memories. So many memories.

"Enter."

Vojin enters the room, he has been in this room before so not much of it unnerves him. He has seen blood, guts and such before as its part of his job. He folds his paws behind his back as he gives a nod "Hello Sir" He says politely.

"At ease." The fox says before leaning against his desk. "I'm not one to beat around the bush with words so I'm going to cut to the chase. Your recent efforts to serve the city and keep a cool head under combat have not gone un-noticed. You are due for a promotion," the fox grabs a goblet of wine and drinks from it, "The question is, what kind..."

Vojin nods as he listens "That would be up to you sir as your in charge of the guards and its important to stay calm under stress, to always be alert and in top fighting form."

The fox chuckles a little at that last comment. "I would certainly suggest you do your best in that reguard. Office work can creep up on you after a while." He finishes his wine, "How comfortable are you in a leadership role?"

Vojin nods "Not really has office work but if I did I would do my best to get it done best I could in a timely fashion....and I could led something well I believe...lead what, a patrol, a group?" He has led a patrol before, he in fact was a main helper when they got the Mossflower Defenders base back.

"Lead the whole guard." Bandit lets the statement sink in for a moment before glancing at the fire. "I'm retiring, Vojin. Officially at least. Just between you and me, my personal physician told me that I wouldn't last another year in this job. Like I said, office work catches up to you eventually." The fox smiles as he pats his fleshy stomach.

"I've been quietly looking for a replacement for a while, but.." The fox rubs the back of his neck, "Beasts here are brave enough to defend the town, but not brave enough to work for a chieftess who has a quick temper and a pet snake to feed beasts too..."

Vojin is quite and then it hits him, "Me? Head Guard?" He listens as he speaks "Chief Blisa can be...tough yes but she is not someone I fear and a snake doesn’t scare me" Maybe if it was after him he would change his mind, or not and just face it head on, "Where will you go then..after this..si..." He stops, should he call him sir now?

The fox draws a deep breath. "Somewhere I'm not in danger of constant mortal danger?" He barks in laughter. "Oh, I’ll be around. I figure I'm due some vacation after all the times I was nearly stabbed to death here. It all depends on if you will take the job or not."

Vojin thinks a moment or two and then nods "Yes sir...I will accept the job offer"

The fox nods. "Good lad. I'll let Blisa know. If you don't hear from me soon, then you know she fed me to basilisk." The fox laughs. After a while the laughter eventually dies down and he openly admits, "I honestly thought she would by now... Anyway. I know it's a little 'anti-climatic', but. Boom. You are now the head guard, once the paperwork goes through. And probably the first one in a decade that didn't get the job after the old one died."

Bandit leans off the table, he salutes the feline. "Please. Take care of my town." He says pleadingly.

Vojin nods "I will, not to worry" He will have to get use to not calling him sir and for others to now call him sir. He is sure it will work out and he can soon work on making sure the guard stays fit. even in times of peace.

The fox nods again. The silence continues until it becomes awkward. "Good. Now get back to work. Dismissed."

Vojin chuckles , isn’t he the one to say that now but he nods he will give Bandit time to clear stuff from the office the fox owns, and Vojin will get the head guard uniform for himself now soon too.....well time to start his new job...as Head Guard of Ferravale!

Log:
Attor(me)-Monitor Lizard…
Sandjaw-spoofed monitor
Liask-Otter in wrong place wrong time
~ ~ ~ LOG~ ~ ~ ~
   
The Ship without a Name was so called as mostly a joke. Liask didn't know why or when he started calling the raft he labeled as a 'boat' that name, probably when he was full of ale.

It was a safe bet as there were few moments of Liask's life where he was not full of ale.   

The raft itself is anchored to a small pond that feeds off the great Mossflower river. It's a large square structure made out of logs tied together. There are several crates of supplies set up around the camp along the shore line. No beasts can be easily seen but the snoring from the tent gives away the location of at least one beast.   

Attor walks along the beach and frowns, the weather was getting a little cold, he did have a cloak yes but he needed more as he then heard the snoring and grinned as he walked up to the tent and cleared his throat, then waited for a reply.   

The sole occupant of the tent stretches and yawns. "It's about time! Yer late!" The otter is a strange beast. Dressed in sleeveless cloth vest that hardly fits his rotund build. His light brown fur is covered in painted tiger stripes from head to toe. He wears a leather band about his wrists, ankles and tail.   

Even while standing up, his gluttonous stomach hangs near his knees. "I hear ya, I hear ya. I'm going, I'm going." The otter pushes past the lizard in a tired stupor, moving for the raft while killing off a bottle of wine. "What took ya so long, fox? I've been waiting for HOURS. Long patrol will be coming through the area eventually... Lazy no good for nothin fluff t-" He pauses, glancing over his shoulder at the lizard. "You... are not a fox."   

Attor smirks "No...I am not, you’re lucky maybe why a fox could kill a woodlander such as you. And you ARE all alone as well, not wise out here"   

The otter laughs while rubbing the back of his neck, "Under normal circumstances, I would agree. Then again, most lizards would too." He takes a step away from the lizard, paw resting at the knife at his hip. "You could say that I was waiting for a client. How about you, anything I can help you with... friend?"   

Attor grins "I was...hoping for a boat, may need to leave the area" He really is not planning to, least yet. "Maybe we could talk over some good ale and food?" He shows his gold "I have...gold and another thing I DISLIKE the LP as well"   

The otter raises an eyebrow. A sly smile spreads across his muzzle, "I have nothing against the LP. But I have nothing for them either. They and any creature that wears a law beasts badge." The otter takes a grandeous bow, "If you need out of the area, then you have come to the right beast. I am Liask, humble smuggler extraordinaire. What exactly do you have to trade?"
   

Attor thinks on this as he studies the otter "A fine meal" He nods to follow to a nearby campfire, it’s cold after all...well to him. He has fish, ale, wild greens and even some apples. Some clams also and shrimp  he caught.   

The otter licks his chops. His vice isn't too hard to identify. "I think that will take you to the next waypoint. By all means." He gestures to the campfire and the cooking pots nearby. "If my current contact doesn't make it by the time we finish our meal, I will take you to where you want to go."   

The otter leans against a crate, "So what kind of trouble am I saving you from?"   

Attor speaks as he gets some fish, he does speak the truth "Sadly those hares and possible the badger, I have not seen him before just heard he is very tall and dangerous to have as an enemy.”
   
The otter nods. "Long patrol. Lovely creatures. Think themselves so high and mighty." Liask briefly wonders, if the LP hates vermin, he can only imagine what they would do to a woodlander who helps vermin smugglers. "Speaking of LP, I need to check the perimeter. You stay here and work on the meal, I will return shortly." Liask grabs his spear and departs, disappearing quite easily for one so slow moving.
   
It would be the perfect time to rob the otter blind... if he had more than a tent and empty crates to steal...   

Attor doesn’t eat much, and he has dinner and ale ready. he is saving his meal, his true one, for later.   

The evening goes by rather swiftly. The otter returns half an hour later, lazily strolling in to the camp. Thrusting his spear into the sand, Liask leans over the pot, savoring the smell and licking his chops. He dips a bowl deep into the pot before sitting down to feast. Not one to make small talk when food is to be had, one bowl turns into two, two turns into three bowls being poured down his greedy gullet.
   
Halfway through his meal, the otter looks horribly swollen, but still gets up to grab yet another bowl full of stew. "I have to admit, it is better than I imagined. No offense ment. It's just, you don't look like a chef."   

Attor glares slightly and then takes a deep breath "Well, who does look like a chief" Oddly he has ate, like none of this, he has sipped a little ale as he watches the otter and smiles oddly “I do cook well, had a friend who liked it, still do.....he is elsewhere"   

The otter on the other hand tears into the meal like it's his last, only pausing to drink from a bottle of wine. His words begin to slur as the pot slowly disappears, "Friend eh? I used to have friends. Partners who traveled up and down the river with me. They got scared off by ol 'One eye.'" The otter shivers at the memory, "Big, gnarly EEL. Don't know how, but he got the scent of me and followed me everywhere I went. Up and down the river. Wanted to eat me up!" The otter laughs. Finally, belly taut and ready to burst with his meal, Liask plops his heavy rump onto the sand, leaning against a crate. "I showed him though... Liask isn't going to get eaten by no slimy, scaley..." He pauses, glancing at the lizard, "Never mind. So, it doesn't look like my client is going to make his window. Tough luck for him, good for you. How far do you need to go up the river?" Liask picks his teeth and belches.   

Attor smirks as another lizard comes into view" Oh Sandjaw so good to see you, your just in time for dinner"   

The otter raises his wine bottle in greeting, taking a large swig from it before saying, "Welcome! More the merrier! Good luck finding a scrap left to eat, I seem to have gobbled up all of your friends f-"
   
And the laughter stops. The otter pauses, wine bottle dropping from his paw as the realization hits Liask like a ton of bricks to the face. "Y-you know, there is one more t-thing I need to check on. I better make sure that fox really is on his way, right?" He laughs nervously, struggling to pick up his bulk off the sand.   

Attor grins as he and Sandjaw block two ways he could go, unless he swims maybe "That’s fine...stay...for dinner" Sandjaw shows his teeth" I was hoping for hare but  the otter is nice too" He nods "Yes and such a nice fur coat as well for winter time"   

Swollen and heavy, the otter struggles to get back to his feet. He holds up his paws, laughing nervously. "N-now hold on a moment! L-let's think about this. If you kill me, who will steer the boat, yah? Y-you want to keep me alive!" This can't be happening, Liask left Mossflower to avoid monsters trying to eat him! "W-we can talk about this! I can take you anywhere, free of charge!"   

Attor chuckles "As I do want to leave, I decided to stay and...." He sighs as Sandjaw, is always the same, he lunches teeth and claws out at the otter as Attor talks more “Maybe I could get famous and kill the badger lord, think of it...or a few more hares, those are fun to kill"
   
The otter takes a gash across his arm as he tries to defend himself. He turns, trying to run for the water, panic filling his face. "No! Not like this!"   

Attor sighs, he gets a sword and slices at the otter before he attracts any beast. Sandjaw goes for the otters throat. About the same time a hare shows up and then slows, it’s a private maybe as he back off Attor frowns and then lunges at the hare grabbing his neck and slicing his chest open, he drops the hare as the hare loses more blood and dies after a couple moments he looks at the otter" Do save some for me brother...then there is hare and we both will have a fur coat this winter"   

The otter let's out a scream, the sword slicing him open side to side. HE clutching at his engorged middle, falling backwards into the sand as the lizard tears into the rolls of flesh about his neck. He opens his muzzle to scream but nothing comes out.   

He lays there, twitching in pain with his stomach slit open.
   
Eventually, Liask grows still, his last thought being, "They are going to cook me in my own stew pot... That... that is so..."

Attor waits as the otter is finished off and then smirks. Sandjaw and Attor had a nice dinner of otter and hare, and sleep. The next day they also had a couple new fur coats for the cold weather months. Attor smiled “We still need to plan, now that we have warm clothing, we can stay longer.” Sandjaw nods “Yep….why?” The older one just smiled “Oh..your find out, your find out.”