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Tovo thinks thoroughly in his next action. If he were to nab the piglet and chicken he had promised, his running would be significantly slower than the rest of the group. He didn't want to disappoint the chief, and the village by extension, if didn't live up to his words. Tovo was not one to leave his promises unfulfilled. He grasps his lucky stick from his loincloth and places it on his forehead again. In a matter of a couple of minutes, he returns the stick and a smile finds its way on his face.

"None from me Taurl. I now know what exactly to do."