When the Fall is All There is... Landwaker watches Glorcus and Patorclus II hobble out of the camp, their careers ended by smashed knees at the claws of the chaos dwarfs. The other eporcs are quiet as their comrades move out of view, and Doc leans in toward the coach. "The ladz could use a few words, LW..." "No," the coach replies coldly. "No more words, no more speeches. I've said what can be said, now we just need to do something." The halfling hesitates. "Don't you think..." "I think we're in last place with four matches left. I think they know that we need to do better. I think this team has likely seen its height, and now we're going down." Doc frowns. "How can you give up already?" "I'm not giving up. I'll fight till the end as best I can, and I'll probably stick with these eporcs at least until all the originals are gone. I'm just facing facts, and starting to think about the future." He looks to the north.