Session 64 Report
General Summary
Twas 5 days till the travel or some time 'round then the greenest of gobbos were awake in their den Something was stirring a buzz in the air the holidays closer they all were aware With snow on the ground toward the end of the year the gobbos all knew The troubler was near... through hustle and bustle and chanting and snot all settled down to hear gobbo Grot Ponies they were, and a party of four. Carting small cages with something astore. The ponies, they whistled, not caring at all, that several green gobbos were in for their haul Gnashing their teeth and clenching their fists; all to confirm that what they carried... were scrits! The cargo was theirs! The gobbos had won! But little did they know, their quest was not done. their progress impeded, dead air in the scene, as several more gobbos, stood steadfast and green. "We'll take those Scrits! you lame dumb greens! They're ours! They're ours! by any means!" One by one, they drew up their swords laughing in earnest, and moving towards