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[troopedingly]

[If you listen closely, you can hear the very very faint rumble of a tank engine. Following it leads you to a large, blue tank, somewhat poorly drawn and not quite to scale. Rosie is sitting on it, next to the turrets, and finishing up lunch. As she does, you can hear her begin to hum, drowning out the engine noises

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[strayedingly]

[Gabranth has followed the rumble; whether out of genuine curiosity or lack of anything else to do is unclear, but whichever it was, he is now staring at the crayon-drawn tank with no small amount of wonder. Granted, he has seen many, many airships of greater size and with far greater complexities in their workings, but...]

This thing is meant to travel over land...?

[He seems to be wondering aloud rather than asking directly; he probably hasn't even noticed Rosie herself just yet.]

[troopedingly]

[Rosie sort of stops mid-note and listens in. She hops off the tank and walks around to where you are, staring, a look of curiosity, confusion, and annoyance washing over her.]

'Course it is. What else is it supposed to do?

And ain't it a few centuries too old to be dressing up in combat gear that thick?

[strayedingly]

[He bristles, but decides to ignore the comment about his armor.]

How could such a method of transport possibly be practical?

[troopedingly]

...You never seen a tank? You been living under a rock or something?

It's heavily armored and fires anti-tank founds, explosives, smoke bombs, and has an anti-infantry machine gun. You can only take 'em down with explosive lances or other tanks. 'Course I can't operate one myself, I'm just a foot soldier, but this thing's saved my ass more times than I can count.