Kuru is back!

The big gangs control a series of smaller gangs, these smaller gangs act as enforcers an proxies for the bigger ones. If you get too much heat, the gangs will then send hit squads after you. So it is the law of the big gangs that is followed in their respective district.

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I also asked Kuru abou'how he got on with his contacts. He said he was able to find a small band of Orcs to act as muscle, while he was sayin this he was makin'big gestures with arms an such, sayin' how great they were. Then his lil'tale ended with them all drownin'on the way'ear in a flash flood, despite it bein'dry as a bone. I giggled a lil at this, it ad'been a while since I'd smelt bullshit. He weren't the'appiest when I called'im out on it, I've noticed when he gets angry, lil'hairs stand up on his eyebrows.


By the time we'd finished our lil chat, the others climbed into to the cart, pantin'like dogs. With a snap of the lead, tha'nasty pony was pullin'us along. I spun around an asked the others if we're goin'straight to Haverhill, bu'they said nah, they wanted to camp out again. I protested, sayin I wanted some chicken'an dumplins before the night's done. Bu'they gave the lame excuse of "The Pony Needs Rest". Considerin' I ain't drivin' I left it alone bu'im still not bloody'appy.

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So here I am, sleepin' in a wormy log. My belly distinctly void of chicken'an dumplins. Hopefully tomorrow we will finally be in Haverhill.