<strong>Uncle Marco - Truth Strong</strong><br/><br/>It is very seldom a completely good day to be Uncle Marco, but today showed signs of disappointing. Uncle Marco's left-hand man fetched the hard-holder from a lunch of exquisite grilled gecko, poached rattler eggs, and a pair of gamecocks that had lost (and whose owner had not paid up on some far past due owings).<br/><br/>But the refugees were surprising. A dozen, altogether, and hale folk who looked like they had been eating good up until recently. It was evident underneath the grime and grit of travel. Mostly men, and they had the hardened, calloused hands that only came with long, hard work. Their clothing had seen better days - but then, whose hadn't? - and they had only a few bindles with meager rations and curios of personal, sentimental value. Their leader was a stern looking man with salt-and-pepper beard, broad shoulders, and a glossy bald pate. He held a hand-woven reed hat in both hands, and there was a desperation at the edge of his eyes that betrayed fallen pride. Uncle Marco knew this. He could tell.<br/><br/>They wanted to make their case, and there were others who wanted Uncle Marco to mete out justice and restitution.<br/><br/>Rico Strong and Flippy Strong, a pair of Strongs with more brawn than brains, flanked Rat Sponge. Each of the Strongs had a hand clamped around one of Rat Sponge's arm; at the sight of Uncle Marco they barge forward ahead of the usual suspects. "Uncle! Uncle!" They cried out in unison. "We done caught a thief! Right here!" Truth Strong was not yet anywhere to be seen, which seemed . . . out of place. This had the potential to be a headache, because Rat Sponge belonged to Sundowner, and that mindfucker was never a good time. Even if he did have the best drugs.<br/><br/>Truth Strong was at work preparing mash for the still, along with many others in his family. The time for a shift change rolled on, and the next crew came, prepared to put in a full shift . . . with two conspicuous absences: Rico and Flippy Strong were nowhere to be seen, and Rayovac Strong made it a point not to meet Truth's eyes.<br/><hr/>I know you both have a start of session move, so roll it on up!<br/><br/>Also, Uncle Marco: describe your left-hand man: a helper and doer in your hold who has the balls (figuratively or literally) to interrupt your lunch.