"Ah, Geno, there you are." says the guardsman, a young human male. "No one had seen you since the raid; we were getting worried."<br/><br/>A female racoonfolk with a bow strapped to her back overhears this and laughs. "Worried about Geno...are you kidding? What sort of idiot would try to eat Geno?"<br/><br/>"I know that, it just seemed like a nice thing to say. Fine: 'we were wondering where you were', sheesh."<br/><br/>"Have you been downtown yet?" says the racoonfolk grimly. {{meaning Rodenttown}} "We saw ferals heading that way, but we were too busy saving our own hides to stop them. I hope the mice made it underground."<br/><br/>"Geno, could you give us a hand here?" says a voice from across the street, where several Borygans are gathered around a large object. The cart, with its cargo of timbers on their way to fix the damaged north wall, is too heavy for the muddy street and its wheels have become stuck. Altogether, cart and cargo weigh about 2,500 pounds.<br/><br/>[Geno's maximum load is 1,600 lbs, he can lift 3,200 lb off of the ground. Because the wheels are stuck, he also must make a strength check DC 20 to free it. The others will use [i]aid another[i] actions to help]