Hey, did we order this dinner to go?

“O FOOK!” Ruthgar yowled as Chaos and their quarry slid off the edge of the cliff and plummeted. He bolted to the end, looking down, wild-eyed and felt a weight lift off him as he heard the young leader’s laughter. The man was clearly insane, and yet to the older male, that had been a welcome change from the tightwads and the bleeding hearted fools he had left behind in his old home. “Mental.” He said, unable to help but smile faintly as he watched the shrieking owls dig into the ewe. He chuckled and shook his head to himself before starting down the path to meet their leader. By the time he reached the bottom he had resigned himself to eat last, partially because letting women eat first had been the gentlemanly thing to do in the land he had been born in, and partially because he felt that of the four of them he had done the least. The spot where he had been kicked was already beginning to feel tender and he was tempted to ask if they had a healer, but in the end thought better of it.

This is talking