<Skardrend, Grob, Rot Teef> Each side sized the other up, Rot Teef and Grob under heavy scrutiny by the boyz opposite of them while the Nobs were meant for each other only in the matter. They did appear to be Snake Bites, tattooed onto their skin or adorning their vest were symbols of hissing snakes, their equipment matched as well with only a single slugga between the entire group carried by the runtiest among them. The only out of place Kommando being the Nob himself who had a jaw brimming full of expensive looking Teef, a Bad Moon perhaps? "Well lemme tellz ya my name is Arm Chewah Boss uv da Low Lurkas. I heard bout da job ya did on da Grinda's boss, Hurk had arranged an unfortunate bit uv cross firin on me old teams position an nearly wiped us all out. Too kunnin an tough fer me ta take on alone, so since ya did some uv me dirty work for me I decided we could work mutually on dis lil problem out 'ere, show of fanks an perhaps future team work fer da better uv us all. " Arm Chewah leaned back, the boys behind him clearly weren't fond of the idea but they wouldn't argue with the boss. "Weez got enuff ta do wiffout 'avin ta watch our backs for da boyz that hate us, let alone in our own rankz don't ya fink? Could get us both some good rankin an loot from dis. " He seemed sincere enough, a nobody Nob leading some fresh faced Kommandos could benefit from working with the Brigade after all.
<Mogg> "Kinda Squig yooz lookin fer? Killy? Hoppy? Uhhhhhh....." The Grot twiddled his fingers awaiting an answer. "Weez can sell just about anyfing fer da right amount uv teef. Only da bosses Orkeosaur an few uv da Nobs bouncy Squigs, Oh an Ded'eyez Squig 'awk! " A nervous gaze was tossed up toward the ceiling of the roof top above the drops, a few large shadows perched up amongst the cross beams.
"A reel killy squig, but nat to noisy" Mogg said, a squig would be perfect for reloading da boomstikk
<Mogg> The Grot appeared rather perplexed by that, a Quiet Killy Squig...."Dat uhh, dat would take some breedin ta make 'appen maybe uhh......yooz know wot? " Ears perking up and crooked nose curling down further the Gretchin scuttled off out of sight.
as the gretchin scuttled out of site, Mogg grapped his teef, 3 of them, he hoped that was indeed enough for whatever the grot seemed to just have remembered, or did it spot something. Mogg turned his head and looked up, perhaps the before mentioned squighawk was angry.
<Mogg> The Grot returned several minutes later, splattered with blood from a few other Grots he had rounded up for the job. In his feeble arms was a basketball sized Squig, legs tied off and it's maw sewn shut. Slamming it down in the mud the business Grot flopped over the Squig and looked up at him, stopping to pant every now and then. "So....it'll be real quiet like...long....long as yooz wantz. But once yooz open its mouth da Squiggy gets real bitey and killy. Maybe naw so quiet den doh. "
"Looks gud, ill take it, ow much?" Mogg asked, as he bent down to pick up the tied up squig, given the amount of blood on both it and the grot, it must be a pretty nasty attack squig he just got his hands on, it could be used as some kind of live grenade, until he got it some reel sneeeky manners.
<Mogg> "Wellz...put it at one Toof! " The Grot had already made a small sum off his dead compatriots who helped wrangle the Squig in the first place.
"ear yu go" Mogg said as he then gave a single toof to the Grot, this was perhaps a very good deal. He then turned around with the bound squig kept in a locked grip, so it dident wrangle its way out, he dident know how it would react to being set free just yet, and he wasent keen on trying at the time of being.
