KRACK

You all hear thunder go off in the distance and look up once again to see the night sky clear and stary as it was a second ago.

Tara: “how the fuck!!! Who did that?”

You look at them confined in their little box worlds... but you know who did that... you dont know their name or their face but you know who just told you to stop asking questions...

“So what now?”

Karna: “well i guess you could come back to town with us? Normally theyre all anti monster but people round her seem to be pretty open about it.”

“Well any escape from the madness of endless plains of sand, more sand, and sandy clothing is much appreciated.”

Tara: “also im just curious but where did you get that aphrodisiac?”

“Well...”

You spend most of the rest of the night seeing what you can pull out of your pockets including but not limited to: Bear-traps, caltrop bags, chainclaws of varying styles, potion bombs in the colors red pink green and yellow (pink being the aphrodisiac, red and green assumed to be healing and poison bombs respectively and no idea what yellow does), three more gold bombs that tara bagged for selling, at least twenty shrapnel bombs you carefully placed alone buehind a hill away from camp. Ten bolas and one bola made out of shrapnel bombs (...what motherfucking sadistic crack goblin would make this?...), five firebombs, a mousetrap, and a shrapnel sticky-bomb. you decided to stop and go to sleep after that in case you set off the mine field of various explosives behind you...

You and tara both cuddle up against karna agreeing that her breasts are comfy like pillows and you feel fluffy like a stuffed animal and you drift happily off to sleep