Re: Nothing Comes Easy
Once the party leaves the company of the undertaker, Sharps reveals his proposal to the group.
"Let's get to the bottoms of it all: there's a bunch'a flyers and something bigger that needs dealing with. If we're gonna kill 'em, we have ta draw 'em out.
"Fortunately, we knows how this is done. Be in the forest at the right time an' they'll chase ya. So that's what we'll do. Send one into the woods to scare up some bad guys and let them chase ya right to where we're at- the middle of the road, all bunched up."
Sharps pulls out his wine skin. "Drink it empty, we'll refill at th' Inn." The warrior takes a long pull then hands it to Stoney.
"Have yous ever been fowling? Catchin' birds ta eat or sell? I was stuck on a tropical island fer two months waiting on a ship an' I saw plenty of fowling trips made by the natives. Smart folk. If you wanna catch somethin' flying, use a net.
"Here's the quick of it. We'll go to the docks, get two ten foot poles, have a net strung between those two poles. When fight time comes, me and Hawkmoon are standin' together in the middle of th' road an' each holdin' a pole. Th' rest'a yous are behind us. When our man gets them flyers ta chase 'im to us, he runs past us. We each run to a side of the road and stretch th' net; them flyers get caught in the net. We drop th' poles, trapping them flyers under th' net, then we stomp hell outta 'em.
"Here's the tricky part," he cautions, rubbing his hands together. "There's that other thing we've been talkin' 'bout. The creature what cuts throats. E'eryone not holdin' a net or runnin' their ass off has ta be on th' lookout fer this toughie. Swat th' fyers not caught in th' net an' keep 'em off me and Hawkmoon, first an' foremost, but that sum-bitch is what we're after.
"Well, that's me plan," he sums, looking around for the wine skin and seeing it already emptied. He just shrugs and laughs. "Tell me ta go an' get stuffed, or tell me how we can make this plan better," Sharps asks the group.