INDUCEMENTS

Some run down tavern in a remote town.

Rod: “So why don’t teams just take the cash, fain a headache and run?”

Dave: “I keep telling you it’s not real money until you give it to someone else.”


Dave: “Anyway I here the Orcland Raiders will be passing thro town today”

Rod: “So?”

Dave: “Well I’ve just done a head count and including the halfling in the corner there are 11 of us in the tavern today.”

Rod: “You’re not suggesting that we…”

Dave: “Why not they are looking for a training match and you are always moaning at the vids how you could have been a great.”

Rod: “What 10 half cut humans and a Halfling. We will get smashed and not in the usual way.”

Dave: “No we won’t I’m sure when we sign the contract in half an hour Morg 'N', Griff and a friendly wizard will show up.”

Rod: “I’m still not convinced.”

Dave: “The landlord is always going on about his magic sponge and Tracey behind the bar would make a fine Bloodwiser Babe.”

Rod: “Hmmm Tracey.”

Rod: “Ok, but only if I can stand behind Morg 'N' until there are only 5 orcs on the pitch.”

Dave: “Great. You can be the thrower. Now where did I put my knee pads………..”