Managed a little bit more today on my staff Officer.

Colonel Charles Augustus Makepeace spent years abroad fighting in far flung areas of the empire. Called back to fight the Ferach in Urop he arrived back with half a dozen halflings who unbeknownst to him has stowed away in the food lockers. Although found early enough to avoid starvation for the entire crew the colonel couldn’t quite bring himself to send them back.

They were distraught that the colonel was leaving them. After all they had promised to follow him wherever he went, well he thinks that is what they said.

The diminutive chaps always surround the colonel wherever he goes. They merrily gabble on in their ‘heathen lingo’ to one another and supply the colonel with a veritable banquet every night. When asked where they got such fine food they either don’t understand his questions or perhaps don’t want to answer. The fact that most camps, billets or lodgings often seem to be short of food are surely a co-incidence.

The colonel has to be especially careful with his Brandy. This he keeps locked up in a very strong chest. He does not want another episode involving his chaps from the HEVC, the goose grease and the general’s daughter. He would never ever live it down.