The Neanderthals fall upon Boggs' pack and hurry the food distribution, noshing down with a rare gusto, and demolishing the dwarf's inadequate supplies with much sniffing, "ooow"ing, and wide-eyed interest.
"Mmmm," they grunt.
"Tha were ghuud." they concur.
"Cant tork," intones Einstein, "Eetin"
When Boggs' food is briefly gone the cave men are licking their lips and fingers and sniffing around for more.
"Big Bad Boss?" asks Einstien at last, "Dunno. We come here from caves yonder" he indicates the doorway behind him. "Wesa boss o da caves."
Boggs please strike off 4 days food.
the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern
; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch