Looking out over a valley, a small settlement nestled below them. Three dog foxes lay in the sunshine while two Vixens sat, back to them, looking at the view "It was a nice little village that," the Ranger tossed a pebble down the hill. "Pity three other gangs thought the same" the scared vixen mage grinned. "The badgers, yuck, four of them!" "It was the Royalists of der Valk's Persuaders.that did the hurt to us though," the Mage ignited the falling pebble, then froze it in mid-air with a flick of her paws. "They were a tough bunch those Dutch Royalists, at least three zweihanders, one being an otter," the Ranger mused "Think my noble brother was more concerned about the badgers coming in from our left. The Brockton Militia was holding a grudge against us," the Mage pointed a withered hand back at the three snoring fox warriors, some with what appeared to be plasters on fresh cuts and scratches. "They should ha...