Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2013 17:37:35 GMT
The tall elf strode across the dunes, dressed in a long robe the color of the sand around him, mirror polished metal plates below the thick sash around his waist occasionally reflecting flare-like shards of sunlight as he walked, his thick leather apron tied around his shoulders and worn up over his head as a makeshift hood to protect him from the worst ravages of the pounding sun overhead. As leagues stretched on, he relied more and more on the iron-shod staff to keep his balance and bear some of his weight, and though his breathing grew labored and his throat dry, barely a moment could pass in silence without him seeming to feel the need to fill it.
"So then I said to him 'that's not a dragon scale, that's a basilisk scale!" He paused for laughter, and heard only the sound of windblown sand.
"Screeeee!" Said Lucius solicitiously.
"Oh shut up, Lucius. You know I hate it when you patronize me."
"Screeeee?" The green, wedge-shaped head cocked to the side and golden, slit-pupilled eyes regarded him sadly.
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry." The elf quickly broke under that reproving gaze. "You know how much I hate the sun."
"Screeeee." The ten pound dinsoaur replied sympathetically.
"Well why don't you tell one?" Rho'vanavel directed this comment at the armored figure a few yards ahead of him. "You've been practically silent since we left the Hall. We've got quite a walk ahead of us, and if I have to carry the conversation all the way you're probably going to murder me, and then not only aren't you getting paid, but you're going to be blacklisted with the Irfani and probably declared outlaw in all of the Sultanate. Then again," He mused tangentially, not even pausing for a breath. "Given the recent political climate you may not. Or you may be hired for a new job," He eyed the massive blade she carried with a professional eye, noting solid craftsmanship but nothing special about it. Certainly not elf-made. "Speaking of which, I really do hope Leland can get me work. Did you know the Emir of Resources was Irfani? I suppose going straight to him for a job might seem a little like nepotism, but then you humans aren't really the best judges for this sort of thing and it really might be better left in elven hands. We have a much longer view of things than you sorts, always rushing around."
"So then I said to him 'that's not a dragon scale, that's a basilisk scale!" He paused for laughter, and heard only the sound of windblown sand.
"Screeeee!" Said Lucius solicitiously.
"Oh shut up, Lucius. You know I hate it when you patronize me."
"Screeeee?" The green, wedge-shaped head cocked to the side and golden, slit-pupilled eyes regarded him sadly.
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry." The elf quickly broke under that reproving gaze. "You know how much I hate the sun."
"Screeeee." The ten pound dinsoaur replied sympathetically.
"Well why don't you tell one?" Rho'vanavel directed this comment at the armored figure a few yards ahead of him. "You've been practically silent since we left the Hall. We've got quite a walk ahead of us, and if I have to carry the conversation all the way you're probably going to murder me, and then not only aren't you getting paid, but you're going to be blacklisted with the Irfani and probably declared outlaw in all of the Sultanate. Then again," He mused tangentially, not even pausing for a breath. "Given the recent political climate you may not. Or you may be hired for a new job," He eyed the massive blade she carried with a professional eye, noting solid craftsmanship but nothing special about it. Certainly not elf-made. "Speaking of which, I really do hope Leland can get me work. Did you know the Emir of Resources was Irfani? I suppose going straight to him for a job might seem a little like nepotism, but then you humans aren't really the best judges for this sort of thing and it really might be better left in elven hands. We have a much longer view of things than you sorts, always rushing around."