Cow at the Gates

They began with a horned cow of uncertain allegiance and somehow arrived at plans for a village under siege. Summoneyy proposed murdering every soul in their next adventure, apparently as an exercise in administrative efficiency. Meho supplied several wordless judgments, all deserved.

Then news came of a realm where a man may act out a life and stab strangers for standing too near it. Arrowyy was immediately ready to dress grandly in Goldshire, which is precisely the response one expects from my son. Summoneyy began defending the village before it has a roof.

Meho, wisely, saw the useful part: such a place might attract folk suited to their little settlement. The boys heard this as permission to acquire hats, enemies, and an excuse for armed patrols. They will call it culture.