Vinarian and Sal'ithaene during the Burning Crusade. vinarianMay 24 2011, 22:46:14 UTC
"Return to me when you have collected no less than two fists worth of caracoli...-Ogre- sized fists."
Vinarian stared at the Broken shaman, remaining silent as he raised a claw to punctuate his words. Ogre. Sized. Fists. The lanky rogue didn't say a word, turning his face towards the Blood Knight at his side. The Nagrand sun was pleasant that day, and a light breeze kept the temperature bearable.
"Ogre sized fists?" Sal'ithaene repeated as he gave his hair a toss over his shoulder before thumbing at the taller rogue. "That won't be an issue at all. See, I -have- an Ogre with me, so we'll return in no time with the...stuff you would like for us to collect."
The shaman Lo'ap gave Vinarian a hard glance before waving them off. Sal'ithaene merely gave the Broken a grin before turning away, walking the edge of the lake above Garadar, with Vii walking behind him like a breathing shadow.
"Bullshit for...Talbuk shit, Vii. But shit will enable us some food and maaaaaaybe the Mag'har will keep us for the night. Maybe he's trying to teach us a lesson?" Cheekily the slightly shorter elf looked behind him, giving Vii a bright grin.
"I think it's a little...out there," is the rogue's humble reply, his words almost lost in the wind.
"A little out there? Hah! Don't be so modest." The Blood Knight squinted ahead at the grove of trees, Talbuks grazing underneath the shade.
The rogue didn't offer a reply, merely following and eyeing the landscape around them. Nagrand -wasn't- really too much of a welcoming place, and his backside still hurt a bit from that talbuk's horn from his earlier attempt to get them dinner. Better to be quiet and scout--let Sal'ithaene yak his jaw off.
"So! Am I to do the honors, or you?"
Sal'ithaene had paused beyond a small pile of dung, having gave it a sweeping gesture with his plated arm. The dark haired rogue had paused alongside, staring down at the excrement with a blank look on his face.
"...this is crazy," Vii mumured with exasperation, eyes rolling towards the shorter elf, though he made no move to leave or otherwise complain.
"Oh, we're all crazy. What's more remarkable is how many us appear to be normal."
Digging out some linen and an empty bag, the Blood Knight moved to squat down, grunting as he dug through the foul pile.
"...I don't think it's normal to dig through feces, Sal."
Vinarian stared at the Broken shaman, remaining silent as he raised a claw to punctuate his words. Ogre. Sized. Fists. The lanky rogue didn't say a word, turning his face towards the Blood Knight at his side. The Nagrand sun was pleasant that day, and a light breeze kept the temperature bearable.
"Ogre sized fists?" Sal'ithaene repeated as he gave his hair a toss over his shoulder before thumbing at the taller rogue. "That won't be an issue at all. See, I -have- an Ogre with me, so we'll return in no time with the...stuff you would like for us to collect."
The shaman Lo'ap gave Vinarian a hard glance before waving them off. Sal'ithaene merely gave the Broken a grin before turning away, walking the edge of the lake above Garadar, with Vii walking behind him like a breathing shadow.
"Bullshit for...Talbuk shit, Vii. But shit will enable us some food and maaaaaaybe the Mag'har will keep us for the night. Maybe he's trying to teach us a lesson?" Cheekily the slightly shorter elf looked behind him, giving Vii a bright grin.
"I think it's a little...out there," is the rogue's humble reply, his words almost lost in the wind.
"A little out there? Hah! Don't be so modest." The Blood Knight squinted ahead at the grove of trees, Talbuks grazing underneath the shade.
The rogue didn't offer a reply, merely following and eyeing the landscape around them. Nagrand -wasn't- really too much of a welcoming place, and his backside still hurt a bit from that talbuk's horn from his earlier attempt to get them dinner. Better to be quiet and scout--let Sal'ithaene yak his jaw off.
"So! Am I to do the honors, or you?"
Sal'ithaene had paused beyond a small pile of dung, having gave it a sweeping gesture with his plated arm. The dark haired rogue had paused alongside, staring down at the excrement with a blank look on his face.
"...this is crazy," Vii mumured with exasperation, eyes rolling towards the shorter elf, though he made no move to leave or otherwise complain.
"Oh, we're all crazy. What's more remarkable is how many us appear to be normal."
Digging out some linen and an empty bag, the Blood Knight moved to squat down, grunting as he dug through the foul pile.
"...I don't think it's normal to dig through feces, Sal."
"...oh shut up and help me."
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