"What was it we heard them say: 'Looks like a nice village, be a shame of anything happens to it!'" Smalls the Stoat muttered under his breath, "not the sort of thing you say when visiting a place." Matilda the ferret shook her head, "Why are we here Sir Dereck?" The aged stoat veteran hefted his axe and looked at the gang of stoats, weasels and a ferret as they tooled up, "Someone told us Rufus the hound, and his gang, were in the neighbourhood we've been hired to deal with them, and oh boy, did they need dealing with, and we are being paid extra to cut their supply lines." "You mean help ourselves to their kit!" Laughed the mage Teddy the Stoat, his sword sniggered nastily too. "Right, everyone ready?" "Matilda the Ferret, Teddy the mage, Eddy, Neddy, Smalls, Sir Dereck, Ron the Weasel, Gilly Weasel, Fred Weasel, and Harry." "Yeah, we know who we are!" Teddy groaned. Neddy looked out fr...