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@TommyToledo But are they the real enemy?


My backstab senses are tingling.
The Hussars are racking up enemies fast.
How fast would you say that skiff is moving?


50 km/hr maybe. Slightly faster than a horse I think.
I'll ask Flynn just in case though.
@LloydTurquoise

I edited mine. Placed in the actual numbers of sanctioned troopers and operational buggies in my colony. Also made a costume perk as you said. If anything else needs fixing, I'll be on it.
There were far too few luxuries a dwarf could enjoy in the god forsaken wasteland. Ale, good ale was one of them. Whenever the hairy bastards got their hands on the stuff, it would vanish. Which is why Brimar was particularly displeased this day. A couple of runners found a barrel full of ale the other night and Brimar was there when they hauled it back home. He didn't have so much as a sip of it. Now those rascals were drowning in it. Grimar glided his craft through the rough sands and past his kin. They mocked him as he roared by. One of them had his tankard held high. Brimar didn't hear what he said but Brimar did read his lips as he passed by.

"Brimar! You'll never have anythin' as gud' as this ever agin'!"

Brimar smashed his fist at the side of the skiff and cursed loudly in an old dwarven tongue. His co-pilot gave him a stiff punch on the side. Though he was an elf, his fist gave Brimar a jolt. Brimar looked back with eyes burning red.

"Stop getting distracted you fool! You need to keep your eyes open for dangers. If the caravan get's ambushed it's your fault for not paying attention!"

Brimar turned his head back towards the open sands. 'Whos' idea was it tah' send this fop' out with me?' He thought to himself. He certainly wasn't helping. The next shift was not until a couple of hours later and by then, Brimar was more than certain the ale would be gone. Something managed to snap Brimar's attention back on the horizon though. A huge sandcloud, covering the expanses of the land. Brimar tapped the elf on his shoulder and pointed towards the sand storm.

"Better tell the elders of this!" The elf yelled, trying to get his voice across the roaring winds. Brimar nodded. The skiff made a turn towards the back of the crowd.
Here's mine. Hope it's alright.

Woah, this is amazing. Consider me in.
Hope I'm not too late. Every party needs their brash and drunk dwarf.

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