(Author's note: Normally, Salamandastron would not be in need of new weaponry nor trust vermin, but this story takes place in a time of great decline in Mossflower.)
The Day the Vermin Won
By Joseph Dunlap
Chapter 2
Lord Dirion left his chambers and went down the ancient steps to the officer's mess. He was followed by Colonel Frivard, his commander-in-chief for many seasons.
"M'lord, d'ye think 'tis wise to trust th' word of vermin? I'd as soon give 'em blood an' vinegar than blink an eye at a type as those."
"My word is final, Colonel. You should not question that which you do not understand."
"Yes, m'lord."
When they got to the officer's mess they found Captain Birm, Lieutenant Walliff, and Sergeant Litagent reclining and laughing amongst each other. The Badger Lord's appearance was a startling suprise and they immediately jumped to their feet in salute. Dirion did not appear to notice their laxness which he would have otherwise had a lecture for, but asked instead, "Where is Major Thim?"
"Last I knew he was taking a visit t'the cellars, wot," blurted the young Lieutenant Walliff.
Once again he was appearedly ignored as Lord Dirion was quickly on his way to retrieve the missing officer. Moments later the two returned, Thim howling as Dirion had a firm hold on one ear. He was sat down to the laughter of the other officers, which quickly subsided at a glance from the Badger Lord, and the officer meeting came to order.
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Rilmarr Kin too was uncertain about the dealings afoot. His head captain, a weasel called Kitch, openly shared his own opinion, which was never in want.
"Might'ness," he said, entering the Warlord's tent, "What is goin' on? Tradin' with- them? They can't be trusted, not by th' likes of us."
"Then what would you suggest I do, my captain?" Rilmarr asked as he looked up at the weasel.
Kitch paused a moment, not knowing what to answer. "Er- I dunno, Might'ness, 'tis not my job t'make decisions. But whate'er we do, I don't wanna turn my back on them 'ares. 'Tis just not a natural dealing we're in."
"We have no alternative. We need the supplies, and enemies or not, this is the only way. Just stick to the plan."
"Aye, Might'ness," Kitch said, and left.