Do you know what happens when chickens cross roads?

Modesty counted as the chickens were bagged, 10 should be plenty and they would probably appreciate getting out of the humidity and mud. She eyed those left behind and got a sinking feeling, they seemed much more alert than the ones they had rounded up, but it was late and dark and she was still caked in mud. She just wanted to get home. Nodding to Jael and Gilgamesh, she left the door to the coop open, sure someone from Ethne would be along to round up those that had escaped and secure the pen from other predators that might think to make a meal of them. It wasn't the intention of the raiders though, they wanted these birds for eggs, and they had a dry and ventilated palace awaiting them on the other end. It was time for the Raider's to take their leave with their winnings.

“Speech.”