High on their poles in the square, the philosophers are arguing again. The point in contention: what is the truest gift for a true friend? You duck flung fruit as you pass, but their arguments set you thinking. What gift might you give?
You negotiate terms with Sven the Greek, a titanic rat-soldier whose head almost reaches your waist. "Gold first," Sven growls. "The Scuttering Boys don't work on spec. We'll give your friend summat to remember us by. Oh yes we will." He fondles his bandolier. My.
Your friend will receive:
Rats sprung from the box, snarling and brandishing cudgels and dynamite! [Friend name] has sent you a Box of Saboteurs! "Saboteurs Boys come calling!," the lead rat chirrups gleefully. You are forced to defend yourself!
Wounds is increasing… (+3 CP?) (Needs confirmation)