Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-29637681-20170514033014/@comment-29637681-20170521061349

"Not great," Adder grumbles. "The five of us--or maybe the six of us if Mr. Drift-Wood Whatever decides to come with us--we're running away. The Outlaws...They. Will. Kill us all if they find us here."

The six stand there in silence.

"okay, so we have nothing over the outlaws, and i mean nothing. they have everything we do and more, their numbers are much larger. unless we are a bunch of suicidal misfits, i say we run..."

"Indeed," Adder agrees. He doesn't like Drift, but he still accepts Drift as an aquaintance. Neither of them have any beef for each other.

"Here, have some food I spared you." Adder throws Drift some Hylaeosaurus meat.