Re: [Act IV, Scene IV] The Barracks
Regdoc stopped in his tracks and listened to the scouts' report without bothering to turn around. He kept his gaze forward toward their goal, but the sounds of his worn teeth grinding together could still be heard by the group behind him.
Finally he spun about and stomped back to where the congregants were gathered. "You people are daft!" He blurted. "Attacking a fortified position filled to brimming, no doubt, with critters trained from birth to pilfer, ransack, gut and torch anything of whim? No, you fools, Pock at least has the right idea here. We'd need thrice their number to form an assault, doubtless we're outnumbered by that ratio..."
Within the moment, the venting ended and Regdoc's voice lowered an octave. "Brother Brodd, let us call upon our Deities in this challenge. I know that He Who Wanders is quite often He Who Is Also Thirsty... I've seen several instances where He Whose Boots Have Trodden the Never-Ending Trail has granted a miracle to turn a skin of water into wine... If we both petitioned, I reckon we could churn out several gallons by morning. We leave the wine where it might conveniently be discovered and then we wait a few hours until springing Pock's plan. The only thing easier than shooting fish in a barrel is shooting drunken fish in a barrel... or so I've heard the saying go."
OOC: We can cast Water to Wine as a 0-Level spell to create lots and lots of rank swill for our greenskinned foes!