Swimming as stealthy as one could achieve around the bend in the river the score of otters took to the opposite bank, just in case the beast was not of the friendly persuasion. Skipper Grug and his tribe readied slings and pikes if the situation turned violent.

The Skipper knew he couldn't lust let an adder wander willy nilly around Mossflower, even if it was a rather peculiar color. He also knew one couldn't be so sure of other beasts alliances, for all he knew this creature was friendly. Best not take any chances though.

"Oi Snakey! Whatya be, goodbeast or vermin?" Yelling from the opposite bank was bound to get the pale snakes attention. Grug had already readied his own sling if the answer was not to his liking.

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