[Beetle]
*Domsa takes a swig of grog out of his flask and offers some to the beetle which makes a noise that in beetle tongue might translate to "hell no"* Ok ye bloomin big bug, suit yerself
[Sands on Beetle]
*Hte spots some shapes in the distance, someone is riding ......BEETLES* haha faster yonder bug stuff! *Beetle eeps at the being called bug stuff* alright alright ye will be named........Beetalicus! *the beetle beetle-noises in agreement*
[Sands ----> Beetle Caravan]
*Domsa closes in on the Beetle caravan elated that they have stop for him and his beetle is too quite frankly so he will stop pestering it to go faster, he waves as he approaches making out the Captain and others*
[Beetle Caravan]
*strokes his beetle and it purrs (wtf?)* I must say Grim, ye 'ave an excellent taste in mounts, old Beetalicus here made this trip right fit!, I would 'ave 'ated to walk here
[Beetle Caravan]
Well its the only mount that can withstand the weight and the heat out here without shriveling up into a dried out husk, leaving its riders stranded in the dessert to welcome a slow and agonisisng death under the unforgiving dessert sun and the skin tearingly cold dessert nights.
[Beetle Caravan]
What's your tolerance like? This is some pretty heavy stuff, even for a badger who drinks constantly and has a metabolism that's as fast a my brother's...
