One Less Problem

Decked out with new defensive abilities, and some minor ones to mess with spirits, I returned to my … our day. Due to a lack of pack animals (Quartermaster Nahost thought the Kamajeen were stealing them, which I now agree is the most likely scenario.), we had to drag the carts ourselves.

Yeah, Strength and Labor of six each. I'm pretty sure I bungled the Charisma/ Perform/ Acting/ Fake Weakness check, but nobody mentioned it as we moved around, seemingly from mud puddle to dung heap, to sticky rut to temporary normality. But the point is among us we managed to move a cart that would have taken two horses.

I blinked. "Hey, did we get a new tent?"

"Crap and Fuck." Mohgson said.

"We forgot the palettes, too." Ayya said.