Jul 31, 2020 4:25 pm
Caravan life kicks into gear quickly. Maintaining that smile is difficult, however. You patrol the areas behind the train, but mostly rest in the last lift since your real work is at night. The dead come up from the desert and linger on the pass and take all your vigilance. You can handle a couple of stray zombies, and any scuffles with more are helped by mid guards and Imsh. His ministrations are not nearly as tender as Huatzi’s. He has had more time to cook and provide hot food for breaksfast now that he has more time. He tends to fall back and eat with you rather than the Plutoq sticks up front. Sharing your meals with Imsh has given you the uneasy opportunity to observe his lower tusks with their rune embossed gold rings. "You are staring," he tells you. "You know I’m half dwarf, though that is not how you call me." You laugh it off, but know that it is hard not to be racist in the face of obvious racial differences. How well you know that as a dwarf. Still, despite this and although you have a great deal of time to make a friend of Imsh, your thoughts always return to Huatzi. "Hey Weed, seen any eagles?" you would ask. "No," he would say. "And good thing. Cause if the tiltoch were to come back, that would mean trouble up ahead. As it is, she’s probably flying ahead to try to sell this hoard. I’ve never seen so many guards on a train."
