"You've gone mad! Wanting to venture into those woods! That's where those great big spiders the goblins ride come from!"
"If you don't come back can I have your stew rations?"
"Surely this were-rabbit sage doesn't exist. Have you been licking Skinks again?!"
"Bring me back a hat. And one of them fairies. For, uh, research."

The Burgundyfield Bunnies were greatly concerned with his latest quest, but Professor Mayfield was not to be deterred.
"Sod the lot of ya!" he exclaimed.
"I'm a founding player of this here team and I'll do as I please!"

As he hobbled off in to the woods clamping his fractured skull with his hands his comrades were crest fallen.
Dagon was heard wailing, terrified that his little friend would not return.

3 days and 5 nights passed before he re-appeared to the astonishment of his comrades.

"Told yas the were-rabbit was real! We drank a fair few of what he said were 'magic' potions, and I feel right as rain! I don't remember much, and I think I may have strangled a leprechaun lass, but by those below I am healed!"

"Now lets get back to the pitch you lazy sods. I want to ..."
And with that his speech was cut short by a delighted Dagon bounding up to him and licking him with his 17 tongues.