‘Fucking purple-fucker,’ was the first thing that popped up. The high-up bug-horse in purple armour, who had generously shouted the grog, had been spotted about an hour earlier. Chatting carelessly with the bug-horse leader up at the front of the pack, the creature had shown no ill-effects from the prior drinking session and seemed quite chirpy. ‘No way he could have escaped with the amount that we put away…’