(084) The Churchcroft Cellar

[waysoftheearth]

Einstein in the front scratches his prodigious nads as he ponders this, dislodging a remarkable number of lice and wrigglers, before demanding suspiciously "Wot ova gents?"

reaction check to this worrisome news: 2d6=5. That's on the poorly end... but Lemmi's charisma makes it a more neutral 6.

[Tonneau]

"Ah no-one ya need worry ya'selves 'bout, just a few kindly gents, such's yerselves" she replies. She racks her brain for the least fearsome individual to start with and comes up unsure. Perhaps someone solid in case things go awry?

"Take Mero here," she says, waving the fighting man into view, "A fine gent. Would'nt 'urt a fly"

[mushgnome]

Boggs steps forward and calls out in fluent and friendly Neanderthal, "Yoo-hoo, Lemmi! Where did you go? We are so lost in this dungeon and need help. Did you make new friends?" If the cavemen do not seem hostile then he offers Einstein some iron rations from his pack. "You like salami? Trade food for talk-talk?"

Pending successful results of Mero's action, of course. Don't want to step on any toes.

[Tonneau]

"Ah...Hi, er, Mero," says Lemmi, giving Boggs a questioning look, "good to see you again. Look...new friends", she indicates the fetid crew of neanderthals with a sweep of her hand.

[The Red Baron]

"Guess I'm Boggs then for the time being," whispers Mero to Orim.

[merias]

"Ye don't smell as bad as that," Orim whispers back, suppressing a chuckle. He waits until safe for the others to show themselves but remains wary.

[waysoftheearth]

Initially started, a couple of the cave folks' eyes are draw to the sausage brandished by the dwarf, and their noses automatically go sniffing. Their interest is piqued in the food distributing midget...

"Sal-aaaah-me?"

"Is it food?"

"It's food ahright," says Einstein to his troops, then to Boggs: ""Give usz da sassie!" pointing at the flopping red cord of meat.

Boggs is small, smells "decent" to them, and talks the cave speak... and besides; 2d6=10. Okay, so they're interested.

[Tonneau]

"So, my new friend", says Lemmi to Einstein as he stuff sausage into his gob, emitting a foul new stench and spray of tainted saliva, "How did you come to be 'ere? Have you come 'cross any o' them greenies 'bout?"

[mushgnome]

Boggs feeds the cavemen and speaks, "Food! Friends help friends watch-out danger. Which direction scary place? Tell us about Big Bad Boss of dungeon?"

[waysoftheearth]

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"
BhhUUUURP!

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.