<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/9fcAVHJ.png)</div>Maud (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1125766)<br/><br/>“No thanks,” replied Maud, to the silly remark made by the Taria.  “But say, that really stings, doesn’t it? I can tell,” referring to the catfolk’s arm, being ministered by her. The bugbear produced a mawed grin as something lewd came to mind.  “Why don’t I Iick that for ya?  I can make all the pain go away. He he he.”<br/><br/>“Who are you calling a sassy-pants? Huh?”  Maud raised his voice a few decibels, loud enough for even the dead to raise and awaken, taking offense at the captain’s jest.  But he quickly toned downed when he noticed where the Mera’s statement was getting to.  “Well, I wouldn’t mind taking the little kitty’s trousers.”  And he added more to himself, quietly.  “And probably get a good sniff out of those I bargain. He he he.”<br/><br/>But Mera wasn’t finished with the bugbear regarding the stone polearm, and made Maud groan without end.  Picking up the stone weapon, he gave it a good heft.  Then, with reluctance he went to where the bug lay dead.  “Stand back!” he warned those nearby.  Giving the dead creature one good stare before closing his eyes and turning his head to the side, he blindly gave the weapon a powerful downward swing.  A squishing sound followed by a loud stone hitting the ground noise later, Maud opened his eyes and saw his handiwork.  The polearm has messily severed the bug’s head with the weapon left intact.<br/><br/>“There you have it, captain,” he beamed.  “Useful as any weapon can be.  As to why it is here and why made of stone…I don’t know.  Could be anybody guess.  But Ern’s right, could fetch a good price as a curio.”<br/>