"You can put those neeglings back." Nogar said. "Wait, those aren't neeglings."
"Plains cats." Negla said, with a voice happy enough to sprout flowers in fertile land. <1>
"I don't like this plan." Mohr said. "Plains cats bite and scratch."
"We can put the bags into a pile and have Critter here put them to sleep." she said.
"Some of us have allergies." Zoltar protested.
"The hair stays in the bag." Doran said.
"So," I asked, "what is the rest of the plan?"
Never ask unless you want to know.
"Simple plan." Doran said. "We keep the morlocks between us and the Merge Flesh, and pelt it with spells."
I rubbed the right side of my jaw. "That is an amazingly simple plan." I agreed. "I admit I was expecting something with a bit more detail."
Sorry about the dramatic pause, but I realized I had to provide for Rhishisikk's misgivings. I mean, he isn't stupid, and he'd realize something else was going on. And I tried to show, rather than tell, that fear and distrust.
And, I managed after many chapters merged, to put a chapter back into the outline. Hopefully, I've set the stage properly, for a battle against uphill odds, combined martial skill and magics against a substantial monster.
As always, thank you for reading! Your readership is what motivates me to write.