Mooalally
The Bringer of Odd Characters
(All right, time for my characters to just hang around the edge of the mountains until this event happens.)
Njáll watched as the drop of water escaped from his flask, and fell to the dry sand. It made a small moist spot, something rare in such a large desert like this, but it disappeared a second later, greedily swallowed by the sun. He moved the bottle to his lips and sucked more water out of the almost empty container, holding in in his cheeks and wetting his tongue before swallowing it in small pieces. Water was scarce, especially since they had forgot to refill when they had left, them being in such a hurry, and they weren't even halfway there. Their Kahao guide, a large bull on two legs, stepped impatiently in place. He wanted to show them the way out and then go back to his family. While they were walking, they had thought up a reward for the Kahao's service: a little necklace made of iron. It was held around the neck with a small chain, and it looped around and connected to a small stone in the shape of an oval. It meant nothing to the two Dwarves other than money, but to their guide, it was a cool gift for his daughter. Assuming it would fit her, of course. It was crafted with a human woman's neck in mind, not a large cow's.
"We should do well to go back. We're out of water, and you two can't survive long without it."
"Almost out of water," corrected Njáll. "I still think we can make it."
The bull huffed. "I doubt it. We should go back, refill, and then start going again. Unless you want to be a pile of bones."
"I agree," Naomhán spoke out against his "master".
"All right," Njáll said reluctantly. "I'm not unreasonable. But you're still working for us," he pointed at the Kahao, "and no extra pay either. Let's go."
He put his flask back onto his belt, and go up from his seat in the sand. They walked backwards, following their footprints in the sand.
Njáll watched as the drop of water escaped from his flask, and fell to the dry sand. It made a small moist spot, something rare in such a large desert like this, but it disappeared a second later, greedily swallowed by the sun. He moved the bottle to his lips and sucked more water out of the almost empty container, holding in in his cheeks and wetting his tongue before swallowing it in small pieces. Water was scarce, especially since they had forgot to refill when they had left, them being in such a hurry, and they weren't even halfway there. Their Kahao guide, a large bull on two legs, stepped impatiently in place. He wanted to show them the way out and then go back to his family. While they were walking, they had thought up a reward for the Kahao's service: a little necklace made of iron. It was held around the neck with a small chain, and it looped around and connected to a small stone in the shape of an oval. It meant nothing to the two Dwarves other than money, but to their guide, it was a cool gift for his daughter. Assuming it would fit her, of course. It was crafted with a human woman's neck in mind, not a large cow's.
"We should do well to go back. We're out of water, and you two can't survive long without it."
"Almost out of water," corrected Njáll. "I still think we can make it."
The bull huffed. "I doubt it. We should go back, refill, and then start going again. Unless you want to be a pile of bones."
"I agree," Naomhán spoke out against his "master".
"All right," Njáll said reluctantly. "I'm not unreasonable. But you're still working for us," he pointed at the Kahao, "and no extra pay either. Let's go."
He put his flask back onto his belt, and go up from his seat in the sand. They walked backwards, following their footprints in the sand.
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I'm gonna make a new introduction for my character. Is that okay 
Me and Ivan are heading for bed~ ]]