"I don't know him that well, i just know general knowledge about him, but I know that his goons will try to protect him at all costs, everyone in the mafia protects the Godfather. So we need to take down them first. They usually, in my world anyways, have guns, but we dont have guns here. So they will most likely have swords or bows. The bows will do us more harm in the long run, so we'll need tp take them out as well. Thats all I've figured out to be honest."
"Ah, well then, no problem," Rig said with a grin. "So we just go in there and smash heads, and get out, simple enough."
"Not really. You see, we have to be sneaky. If we alert the hencemen, they will tell their higher ups, and so on, all the way to the Godfather himself. Then they will have maximum protection on him, and that's not good."
"Aww, I hate stealth," Rig complained. "Who cares if he has max protection? We can take 'em."
"Can you? Can you take a thousand men and women, willing to kill you and sell your organs at the black market, all at once? That's why we'll need to be stealthy about this one!"
"Ha, don't doubt me brother. I come from a tribe of people who single handedly held off a militia six times their numbers and weaponry. Just requires a little strategy and planning."
"A tribe of people isn't just two people, though. That's at least 10 people. I agree with the planning part though."
"Ratio per person sounds about the same," Rig said with a shrug. "Besides, if you're smart, we won't have to fight them all at once. We can use lures and decoys to start to thin the ranks."
"Thats what I was thinking!" Vozreal agreed with Rig.
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"Well then, it's decided. We'll just thin out their ranks as we go."
"Okay, we got our plan, so now what?" Vozreal asked.
"Well, I'm pretty sure all we really gotta do is wait for them to start attacking us. Then just pick 'em off until we get close enough to scout the area out and figure out exactly what we need to do." Rig patted Celine's shoulder. "And find a place to hide these guys. I ain't risking this guy in battle."
"I can risk it with this horse. He regenerates every time he's wounded. So what do we do while we're getting there?"
"Wild," was Rig's only comment. "Hey, that's your department, I'm just here to smack things." He said that last part with a grin,resting a fond hand on his glaive.
"Are you a fan of riddles?"Vozreal asked.
"Haven't done many, hit me up."
"What has 4 legs in the morning, 2 at noon, and 3 in the evening?" Vozreal riddled.
"Easy, a human. We've all heard that. The orcs in my tribe used to make fun of us humans with that riddle," Rig said with a smile.
"Okay… What about this: I'm clean when I'm black, Dirty when white; Get too close, And you might sneeze. What am I?"
"Aw, shoot, I don't know that one," Rig said with a shrug. "You;re gonna have to tell me."
"A chalkboard! You know any ones that I probably don't know?"
"Oh. Yep, I only learned what those were about a year ago. Well, try your hand at this one: You should keep me as straight as can be, yet very few do. Most of the time I am slightly bent or curved. Your sadness usually causes me to bend further, but don’t bend me for too long or I may never be able to fully straighten out again. What am I?"
"Mmmm… Thats a hard one… Let me think…" Vozreal thought for a minute before answering.
"Your posture?"
"Ayyy, close enough. You're spine is what my people usually said, but I'll count it."
"Only one color, but not one size,
Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies.
Present in sun, but not in rain,
Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
What is it?"