From out of the forest in front of them, came a group of men. Big men. Big, hairy, brawny, tough looking men. The sort of men that chewed on nails to get their daily iron intake and considered a cow's leg to be a starter. The sort of men who crushed rocks with their bare hands and head-butted mountains for fun. They were definitely not the sort of men to greet you with a cheery wave, and a loud, “Hello there.”
The big, hairy, brawny, tough looking men coming out of the forest, gave them a cheery wave and said, “Hello there,” very loudly.
None of the future Skullenians had a clue what to say or do. Would they be killed, burned alive (so to speak), dismembered or worse?
Stitches' mind was working overtime (which was a worry) trying to come up with something convincing, but, sadly for him
