“.... and send a keg of bugmans xxxxxx and bottle of Hammerschmiede’s finest to Coach Ttorvatn, they deserve it down there in Carroburg”.

Unlike the northern weather, the mood was good in Middenheim, so much so, that even the Assistant GM didn’t swear in Khazalid at the thought of the requested expenditure.

It was time.

With reverence the beautiful and jewel encrusted runic pen was passed to Coach BigF.

“The honour is yours manling”.

With two quick motions, it was done.

“Feels good doesn’t it manling?”

It did, thought Coach F as he leaned back into his chair. A grudge had been cancelled. Jim Sofitsis, the slayer of “Michael “Snowflake” Floyd had been killed. Randy Bullocks of the Carroburg Crimson Cascade had collected on the bounty.

A pang of regret passed through his mind, it was not in the end a Classic who had exacted revenge. The thought vanished as quickly as it surfaced, after all a grudge cares not how it is settled, but that it is.

He shook his head, that damned dwarf logic was catching...

Besides, the end of the season was coming and the wolfskins were still in the book. Maybe with luck he would have a new pelt in his office the next time the book was opened.