"He asked Jorgarn where he wanted the refuse dropped," Eslada translated Ronac's words to Wenta. "Jorgarn said it was your garbage and not his."Ronac ...ragged the fallen Pietro back to his feet by the scruff of his neck and prodded him at swordpoint to Lord Longview.He bowed deeply and spoke the Lord in very good Longview."My men found this sleeping in your forest, Lord Longview," he said. "I heard of the attempt on your life this morning and from his wound, I assume this is the traitor. I offer. My comment as to the nature of her weight comes out as a whoosh of breath. "You're getting a little big for this, don't you think?" I groan, internally begging her not to get up. Her butt may be a little on the big side, but it feels great through the thin fabric."Shut up," Roxy snaps, jabbing me in the ribs. But she doesn't move, except to pluck my whiskey from the coffee table. She brings the glass to her full lips and takes a sip, then makes the classic 'whiskey face'. "You drink this piss?". Your cook should be able to drop his cooking tools and pick up his weapons if the enemy attacks your camp, as should your supplies carrier. If everyone who goes to a battle is able to fight, you are stronger and more likely to win.Everyone should have more than one ability at all times and thus make the tribe stronger. Never be afraid to teach your tribesmen to be able to fight in an emergency. Such fear of learning suggests a lack of confidence in the leadership.My warriors are warriors when. He squeezed Ben's hand. "I-" he stopped and gasped. Ben leaned closer. "I want you to have my bike."Ben swallowed hard and nodded. "I will." They were silent for a moment.The old man smiled, his eyes sad. "I told you old biker's don't get no respect any more." You got respect where it counts." Ben was fervent."I know." Torque closed his eyes. He was like that for a minute, and Lara was sure he was gone, but then the old man spasmed and began coughing blood."Ben!" the old man managed to get out..