We'll have to keep this thing handy in the future.
And the tasks ahead for them were merely the less dangerous small tasks on the mission board.
These task slips covered the mission board like falling snow.
In another area.
The stench of the swamp was almost tangible.
The Beastman duo, originally at odds but forged a friendship aboard the ship, Hog and Wolf, were wading waist-deep through the viscous, rancid mire, surrounded by three enormous "Bone-eating Pangolins."
These creatures were the size of rhinos, covered in heavy, earth-colored bone plates with claws like miner's drills.
They had astonishing resistance to Wolf's bites and Hog's chops, and what's more troubling, they moved swiftly through the swamp.
One of them suddenly flipped over, its massive tail hammer, laden with foul swamp water, smashed hard into Wolf's flank as he failed to dodge.
"Awoo!"
