The CromagueBlogue

Friends, as the sage and prophet Ba' Diluh' said, the times they are a'changing. Not long ago I was just arriving at work when I realized I'd left my club back at the cave. I turned around and began the two week journey from the hunting lands back to my habitable environs. When I got there, my mate seemed startled and asked what I was doing. I said I forgot my club. She said that she didn't expect to see me for a few months at least. And then she laid into me about where are the fresh kills?!? I told her to stop her bitching and brushed past her into the cave and on the floor of the fire-pit room was a loin-cloth that definitely wasn't mine. And she doesn't wear loin-clothes. Who is he? I demanded of her. How long has it been going on? She didn't answer, so I took my club and left. A couple years ago, that kind of shit didn't happen.