With a snort of acknowledgement, towards the show of affection from Xholkrox, tail swishing excitedly, the large bristle back pushed his way into the centre of the huddled friends.<br/>With a huffing grunt, he dropped his haunches and sat looking up expectantly, there was something going on and he wanted in on it.<br/><br/>Garashna sighed as she looked down at Snuff, waiting for the group to sort themselves out. Sometimes she thought that the damned 'pig' had more sense, than the rest of her friends put together and at times, that included herself...<br/><br/>"Right"<br/>Garashna spoke in a low hissing whisper.<br/>"We've been lumbered with this haven't we?"<br/>She paused for a moment, looking at each of her friends, sure that they too didn't want to be a part of this.<br/>"My guess is that old lizard has something up his sleeve, he wouldn't take anyone on unless he knew he could win...so..."<br/>Pausing again, Garashna grinned mischeviously.<br/>"....I vote we play by our rules...swamp him...forget the sticks and just get him down, sit on him if we need to, until he submits to us...."<br/>Her grin widened.<br/>"We might not be swordsmen, but if we work together, we can get this over with, sort out that poor excuse for a drunken farmer, Brenden and then get on with enjoting the rest of our evening...."