Annchen
"What's going on here?"
Rowanberry's ears perked, and he stood on his hind legs to see better. The gathering of rabbits caught his attention. There was no rule against large gatherings, but in these volatile times they were often a sign of trouble. The brown owsla officer decided to investigate. If this was another brewing fight over flay he'd be able to break it up early before fur started flying. Many bellies were empty, and tempers flared far too easily. He was hungry too, but it was easier for owsla to get flay.
He casually moved closer to the small gathering, trying to overhear what they were talking about. This might be nothing, but he wouldn't be a good officer if he neglected to investigate.
Rowanberry's ears perked, and he stood on his hind legs to see better. The gathering of rabbits caught his attention. There was no rule against large gatherings, but in these volatile times they were often a sign of trouble. The brown owsla officer decided to investigate. If this was another brewing fight over flay he'd be able to break it up early before fur started flying. Many bellies were empty, and tempers flared far too easily. He was hungry too, but it was easier for owsla to get flay.
He casually moved closer to the small gathering, trying to overhear what they were talking about. This might be nothing, but he wouldn't be a good officer if he neglected to investigate.
Interesting. We hadn't planned for this.
Rowanberry, please roll a d4.
If EVEN, you have no trouble discovering the secret agenda, and may act accordingly.
If ODD, whatever cover story is concocted is just smooth enough that you don't catch on. At least not until it's too late.
