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[Sneevil]

Stein anxiously watched this conflict could explode violently. and he'd rather not get caught in the middle of it.

[Riccto]

Wiess frowned and sat down crosslegged looking onto the situation "This is all very dumb. If we kill him who pays us."

[Criptfeind]

Blacken hand wandered over to the commotion. Seeing a battle about to be joined he whooped in joy and jumped towards the gathering of people, pulling his sword out with one hand and a giant pistol out with another.

Seeing who the combatants we he stopped in confusion.

“Oy? I thought we was fightan the humans that taste like scum? Whats this? What sides is I on?”

[Riccto]

looks over to Blacken who was eager to fight "Silly'uns want to fight the paymaster."

[Taricus]

"Fatarses want to fight the cooks."

[Criptfeind]

"Wes eating the cooks? About time, thire fat has be in my dreams for days."

With that Blacken Hand dropped his pistol into a pouch on his hip and reached down to grab the nearest halfling.

[Ahra]

stop that albrecht said to the ogre that had started lifting an halfling to his mouth.

[Taricus]

"Oi, you eat the cooks now, you'll end up starving..."

[Criptfeind]

Blacken Hand pauses momentarily...

"Why? I thought you saids they were the enemy? Sides, we don't need them, we can just eat the other things we kill."

[Ahra]

"we cant"

[Criptfeind]

"So?"

[Ahra]

"sigh" just put him down please

[Taricus]

"I heard the last time an ogre ate a chaos follower, they went insane."

[Criptfeind]

Blacken Hand slowly lowered the halfling to the ground and let it run off.

"Fine" He grunted, "but supper better be soon."

[Taricus]

"Awlright then, We'll get cooking when the boss tells us to stop."