[h1][color=burlywood]Darsi[/color] and [color=Gold]Apollos[/color][/h1]
 
Do you feel it?
 
The sands, they used to shift underneath his feet, but ohhhhh, Darsi. Now he's gone walkabout with his full-half on the duality of an arachnid. No, no, you're not listening, pay attention. This is [i]not[/i] going to be on the test, so don't bother preparing yourself. The tent is filled to the brim with a plethora of smokes and fumes. Half of them are real, the other half don't even exist yet (Hh, but they will, or his name isn't Darsi, y'hear?). Dorak, Dorak, nowhere to be seen, save one and his other, in this great, big pot of horses and metal they and them have found below the brim circling. And you're [i]still not listening[/i] you [b][i]cretin[/i][/b]. Don't complain when you fail everything, then.
 
Do you feel it now?
 
Darsi waved his hand through the wisps of various concoctions in the air, all of bright, varying colors which he could not even see very well. It smelled like all of Dorakis in there, and if that fat, snickering Dorak had any say in it (which he did), soon it'd smell like all of Tithe whenever he lights this skora-boat ablaze. Making it burn them, yeah? Igniting fields of whatever in the joyful smells of... of...
 
Do you hear that? Sounds like fights.
 
Darsi slowly crept up from his hammock amidst the cluttered mess that was the brothers' tent. He lazily inched for the front flap, waving his hands, coughing some. Couldn't see half a turd, what with the gunk in his eyes from years upon [i]years[/i] of inhaling incenses. Great ones, terrible ones, well-mixed and otherwise. Some were hashes, other were powders. All of them did something. They brought joy and relaxation, and soul-crushing anxiety. But they worked. On him, of course. On others? Well, he'd have to make some offers. Get people to sample the goods before he started selling them off. Maybe whoever was conducting these here fights would oblige him... save he's still high as the sky, though. Might be a problem, might not be. Let's call it a procedural adventure. He turned and grabbed a still-smoking incense while he was wading through the though.
 
He opened the flap up and took a whiff of the fresh, outside air. And then he looked around at all the commotion. There was a big, blue worm on the roof of the drinking house with a smaller, pinker worm riding on top of it. And there was a similar pink worm yelling at them. What on Tithe was HAPPENING HERE.
 
A question best left ignored, Darsi thought.
 
He jumped down onto the stone pathway below, incense still in hand, and still giving off a faint fume. He was [i]ridiculously[/i] careful with the incense in his hand while the rest of his body bobbed and weaved like a drunken ragdoll. He wiped his nose a bit, snorting, before proceeding towards the scene. He heard the muffled sounds of words like "dragon" and "rider", which he mentally translated to "dang gone" and "ripper" for some reason. He approached one of the armed sausages, shuffling his feet, almost tripping. He was right next to the guy, giggling.
 
Apollos stared up at the massive dragon, practically craning his neck to see its head raised high into the air. He still had both sword drawn, but as the situation began to diffuse he lowered them. A strange smell reached his nose which he recognized from his time in Dorakis as insence, fumes which they used to intoxicate themselves. He had done it before himself, but he couldn't quite remember what it felt like. He turned to see a large Dorak, standing before the dragon and giggling. 
 
"I take it you've never seen a dragon before, then?" Apollos asked him. He took half a step back from Darsi, trying to prevent the fumes from intoxicating him.
 
Darsi paused a moment before he simply burst out laughing at Apollos. "Y-! You saids!" He stammered out, "Dra- HA, HAAAA!" He keeled over, still keeping the bowl full of the potent incense balanced. After a moment he reared up and reached into the bowl, dabbing a bit of powder on his fingers. He held his hand up to Apollos and said, very calmly, "Smells this."
 
"I think I'll pass." Apollos replied, moving his head back and pushing Darsi's hand away from him. He felt a smile coming to his own face as well, and his shoulders loosened a bit from the calmness which began to overtake him. Darsi paused and stared at Apollos with a stupid grin on his face for half a moment before turning his head upwards, at the blue worm and the potato riding it. He dabbed his fingers in the bowl again and raised his hand, calling out, "Smells this!"