can't cut it out, it grow right back!

The Warlord caught the scent of baboons at the border, and frowned at the intensity of the smell. It wasn’t uncommon for prey-creatures to enter the Armada if they were stpid enough to do so. He was only concerned with scaring off predators. If the occasional monkey was daft enough to walk past him, it would make a decent snack.

It was the volume that surprised him, it was like a small troop had decided to throw a party in his lands. He would investigate by following the scent trail, which led him towards Indigo’s garden.

Watching his brightly coloured boy fend monkeys from his garden spurred the Warlord to battle. With a warcry on his lips, he charged forward at the offending creatures. Too late, the monkeys had grabbed a green-leafed plant and were making off with the goods. Much to Indigo’s horror.