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| Butcher Wardogs |  30
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 Butcher
屠夫 |
The Butcher屠夫 suggests to cook one of your wardogs to provide provisions. You can choose: | |
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You open a crate of food to find the last of your reserves. An apple rolls across the bottom, sounding not unlike the grumble of an empty stomach as it totters about. A few loaves of bread give it some company and there is a piece of meat wrapped in a thick leaf. That's it.
When you close the lid and turn around, Butcher屠夫 the butcher is standing there.
"Hey there boss. I see we got a problem. So how about I... fix it?"
Just then, he thumbs over his shoulder, right in the direction of two war dogs chained up to a stake.
The dogs are sitting rather studiously, panting and looking pretty content, so durable is their sense of happiness. But you've mouths to feed and battles to fight. You give Butcher屠夫 the go ahead to do what is right for the company.
The butcher meanders his way toward the mutts, holding out one hand to pet them as the other clutches a knife behind his back. You do not stick around to watch what happens next, but a short yelp quickly followed by another turns your already empty stomach.
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You lose 2 wardogs战犬 |
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You gain 2 Strange Meat |
You shake your head no.
"Absolutely not. They are as part of the company as any man, and certainly some men would rather starve than eat their own."
The butcher shrugs.
"They're just dogs, sir. Mutts. Mongrels. Ain't nothing but a beast that knows its name and little else. There are plenty of pups to find when we need them."
Again, you shake your head.
"We're not killing the dogs, Butcher屠夫. And don't think I don't see the glint in your eye. There's more to slaughtering them animals than just feeding a few mouths."
Butcher屠夫 can only shrug again.
"I can't pick and choose what gives me pleasure, sir, but I'll follow yer orders."
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Butcher屠夫 gets a bad mood |