Three to five Feegles o' the Heather Slopes Clan are sent to the town of Small Onion by their Kelda after she forsees sommat a-fallin' Pansy, grand-bairn of the old Hag there. A story of fightin', stealin', and boozin' - an' for every other problem you can alwa' steal a hat an' a big coat and operate it wi' sticks. The bigjobs won't know the difference.

Feegles are Pictsies - tiny little kilt-wearing people covered in blue tattoos and a bad attitude (w' a heart o' gold o course tho ye ken). Very tough and strong, but not a' that clever, so to speak. They are a creation of (GNU) Terry Pratchett. Knowledge of Feegles and the discworld they live on is useful but not necessary. Willingness to gie' any scunner a looks at ye funny a face full a heid, though, tha's a reck-u-uirement.