[HQ Ignorance] Re : Scene 97: Feverish Searches and Nomad Raiders

[lev at mimesisrpg.com]

>
> Kalen readies his weapons in case the camel riders get any closer to
> himself and Rotterex.
>
> "Rotterex stay close by me, I don't want those beasties anywhere near us.
> They are even stranger than that damned pot plant!"  Kalen readies his
> guns and hand grenades.

The Gods fall over with the description of an Elf - an Elf! - being
stranger than barbarian Camel Riders to a Mostal.

(I think Kalen misses you Icthya...)

There is a stand-off moment.. The Camel-Riders - with three-score of their
number - certainly have the numbers but it seems they are at least
somewhat familiar with the tenacious fighting of the Dwarven people and
their strange weapons.

> "Wonder if those camels are chewable" says Rotterex

... not to mention the teeth of a rubble-runner.


The straggly old camel-rider rubs his fingers over the necklace of bones
and begins to talk in the language of the Mostal! Kalen is certainly
surprised, because this is a secret language, only know the Dwarven
people.

"Give me your gold, and we'll leave you alone. You are few and we are many."