#debukefarmhold

Clem says "Tell me I'm not a monster about this"

Murray snorts "If it helps, think of it as putting a wounded animal out of its misery"

The Chieftain looks at her much older brother, now Storm "it's a once in a life time chance. It maybe born in tragedy, but if we can pull it off, it'll take the looming threat we've endured for far too long." Her eyes turn back to the wreckage of the aggro corps buildings next door, now deserted of Autumn people, heck, of most people

Then she admits "If is a wounded animal, it was a mad dog "

"I don't know, Clem" Hearth Agnes admits "Both Sally Mae and I are running by the numbers. We can't even afford it in this state."

Emmit nods "Clem's got an idea on how to lower the property value of our neighbors while we can roam there safely."

"I sure fire do," Clem says looking at the wreckage of the property next door, the downed factors and silos, the chemical tanks and more "But it won't be very trollish"

"Well, care to clue me in?" Agnes says

"That place is about to become haunted" Clem states, "We're going to pull a sluagh, and scare folks trying to rebuild. We're going to drive away their corporate monkeys and speculators, and we're going to keep that banality ridden company from even wanting this place."

Murray actually grins "Sounds fun. But ah, we're not really trained in that sort of thing."

Emmit says "I have a better understanding of Sluagh now, I think they'd be the right sort to take on the job."

"Oh yes," Clem says ,then looks to a patch of Shadows "Mr. DeVere, you up to it?"

The grump sluagh tips his hat, "As point of fact, Chieftain. I'm already extending invitations to certain kithmates now. I'm assembling an elite frightening force. At least one invitee you know well"

Clem looks at the AG CORE 'WE FEED AMERICA' sign broken "Well then, by all Means, Mr. DeVere, unleash the sluagh host, and let them educate the unimaginative. By the time we're done, the only ones who will want that land will be those who enjoy ghost stories. And maybe we'll even be able to snatch it up ourselves."

Mr. DeVere gestures with fingers splayed over heart, and turns, his tattered duster like a raggedy cloak.

Trolls call....

will sluagh answer?

(End Scene)