His hut had lights on. Snacks and drinks, for all ages, on a center table. He would sit on a pillow and survey his home. He had sent out notes to the others. Simply saying 'let's have a game night. Two truths and one lie.'

Kid friendly enough He figured. The tom was now settled and waiting. He hoped they would come. He made food after all and as he sipped his rum, he knew it was all a waiting game. Though he was excited to take everyone's mind off this whole injured from war fiasco.

actions | "speech" | attacking