To Scavenge - junkyard event A

[madster]

the medic was morgan's little pet. not literally, of course, but wherever morgan went malphas was sure to follow. the horned medic was more determined than ever to make his mark on this clan, and if he aligned himself to his superior's plans then it would all go swimmingly. he just had to do whatever morgan told him to. so far, the samoyed clearly had something in mind for the clan- some kind of industrialization. malphas could get behind at. him and morgan were similar, clearly- both just wanted to make the clan better.

so, wordlessly, the tom went to work. he found a familiar blood-stained glass shard, remembering exactly where it was, and he felt a deep sadness spread through him. immediately, though, he threw it into a trash pile, lost among the others. good riddance. it was like a burden had been lifted through him. he grinned, already on a roll. turning to vigenere, malphas tilted his head. "huuuuh. it's a human tool that might be hard to use... but we shouldn't trash it, humans use it to pound shit into shit."