Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-29637681-20171030151631

The next morning, everyone wakes up at the same tree. Most of their wounds have been healed, though any broken bones and severe wounds will not go away anytime soon.

So of course they wake up and hear the three scorpions needing food desperately. For things that don’t have to eat for months on end, they’re really hungry all the time.

“What are these things called?” Lucious asks. He’s starting to develop a slight lisp from the wound again; ironic, considering that just last night Achilles lost his.

Adder lines them up and names them in order. “These little bastards? Oh, they’re named Snowdrop, Blud-Stachel, and...I haven’t given a name for this thing yet.”