[quote=@Gentlemanvaultboy]
"Dogs like me." Said Drubbins happily at the snake bloke. He had no idea what Da Boss would want a dog returned to someone, but that was normal. Da Boss asks you to punch down a building you don't ask what's inside. Da Boss wants every slime in the area gathered up and shoved behind the same door, you don't ask why. Da Boss asks you to chop off your hand and let your blood spill into the stone circle, you ask "how much blood would ya like, Boss?"

He was also happy to have someone to come with him. Most Bosses didn't trust Drubbins to handle anything more complex than krumping a bloke on his own, and most of them at least sent someone to make sure he'd Krumped the right bloke.

He thumped his chest, threw the rest of the pancakes directly into his mouth, and garbled "You point me at dat Peanut and dat 'ouse and I'll do da rest."
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“You’re a good right bloke, aren’t ‘cha?” Saha said in a saccharine tone, like she had found small animals responded better to a higher pitched, pleasant sound. “You’ll make the Boss very happy when you’ve completed the mission. You’ll split the rewards with me, yes?” She had to make sure the ogre knew what the deal was, for Bernard, the Priest or the couple might not care who got the reward as long as it was given out. Saha was in no mood to fight with the dumb Big Guy over some monies. 

She took the wrapped up steak and headed out of the Tavern. The sky had darkened considerably. The town wasn’t faraway, its rows of short buildings and chimney smoke could be seen from a distance, and without a need to hurry too much, Saha strolled down the path with an appreciation for the humidity. 

When her partner had caught up to her, she said, “I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself. I am Saha of the Era tribe. What’s your story, Big Guy?”