Daxter sighed a little overdramatically, looking around at the endless stretch of desert around them. The caravan seemed to be getting nowhere. Thankfully he'd been accommodated by one of the worldwalkers and allowed to hitch a ride on his shoulder. Unsurpisingly it was the mute one too. Now that brought back memories.
That actually sounded more like ticking off the Krimzon Guard to Daxter and he couldn't bit back a chuckle. "Not where I'm from, but I dunno if that's a good thing or not," he answered. Giving into the fact he really didn't want to walk, he hopped onto Cris' shoulder. If the guy had a problem, he'd either tell him to get off or drop him on the ground.
Cris gave Daxter a sidelong look- though there was a hint of the sardonic in it. "Oh, I see how it is now. Just hopping on your new ride, aren't you?" He nodded toward the man Daxter had been perched on a moment before, who was now farther removed from the two of them. "And what was wrong with him, exactly?"
"Oh you know, a little too much deja vu," Daxter said, shifting to all fours for balance. "Hanging out with the mutes is fun and all but you have to put words in their mouth sometimes.." He gave Guy an appreciative smile though. "Besides, now we can talk face to face."
"True enough." Ah, to be small enough to ride on somebody else's shoulder. Or shoulders... Cris supposed he probably could do that, but he didn't know too many people well enough to even try it. "So is, uh... Is everyone your size where you come from?"
"Of course not," Daxter said. "I'm the only one who can pull off the Ottsel-look with style. I've already been told the fur's an improvement." Granted that hadn't been a compliment, but Cris didn't need to know that.
"Ah. Like an elf." Cris wasn't sure if Daxter would know what that meant, but maybe he'd seen one of them before they went into that weird sleep. And of course, there was Devorah walking along behind them, and Mikney off to the side. "So how'd you get changed like this? There's no sort of magic that can do that, where I come from."
"No, longer than that. And it wasn't magic," Daxter said, before giving a slightly embelished rundown of how he fell into Dark Eco and came out an Ottsel.
"That stuff stings like nothing else, that's for sure." Daxter could sympathize with that very easily. "Yeah, kinda wanna go back to the easy life too."
"Who wouldn't?" Cris almost shrugged, but then remembered that he had a- what had Daxter called himself?- on his shoulder, so he turned the shrug into a kind of gentle roll.
"Let's see... If I was back at home right now, it would be..." He had to think about it for a few seconds. "I'm fairly certain we'd be smack-dab in the middle of spring. I'd either be at my house, or... maybe out for a picnic with Lidia. Probably be headed to the Duke's tonight." At least in Jhelbor there's been the Stoat.
"Very nice indeed." He looked up at the sky. It really was a rather pretty blue. "There's a few beaches nearby Glass Point, but they're only worth going to in the summer." Any other time was too cold.
"In any case, I can at least promise you that not all of Rowan is this hot and sandy."
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"Let's see... If I was back at home right now, it would be..." He had to think about it for a few seconds. "I'm fairly certain we'd be smack-dab in the middle of spring. I'd either be at my house, or... maybe out for a picnic with Lidia. Probably be headed to the Duke's tonight." At least in Jhelbor there's been the Stoat.
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"Sounds nice," he said. "If I was back in Sandover I'd be at the beach or something."
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"In any case, I can at least promise you that not all of Rowan is this hot and sandy."
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He grinned. "I'd hope not, I've already done the burnt Ottsel thing."
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