Sand druids. Paw always said, nothing good’s ever come up outta the sand. Certain not this gaggle of scorpion yiffers. The intern’s got some family issues brewing. With a family like that’un, ain’t none too surprised.
Weren’t half a day afore these dirty sand-eaters broke our wagon wheels and loosed our horses. Red rounded up the geldings, while Corvus and myself set to fixing the wheels. We stashed the intern in the back under some poo-rags, and got as fast as we could git.
To make up for lost time, we intend to truck right through Kassini. It’s been some time since I’ve been. If I had my druthers, I’d keep it that way.