Somewhere in the Great Wasteland...

you hit the ground, hard, you dont move for a second, you think you are stunned

(( I was just having that written down as something he did before your guy came back ))
You watch the whole ordeal before speaking, asking where he smelled the mysterious liquid.

you reply that you were trying to pin point a direction before the rook covered the smell

You suggest the group could try and find this water -you assume it's water- as the only drinks down in the temple were a exploded cans of Tab.

You nod, thinking that a water source would allow you to have more spell slots available. You ask jokingly if they could hold HP by his legs and point him outwards to use him as a water radar.

you aim a kick at the bishop

You quickly block the Pariah's leg with your own, which emits a soft squeak.
You whisper to the Pariah to please not to do anything stupid.

You manage to keep yourself from laughing at the squeak. You tell HP that he must learn to discern jokes.

You say that you have no problem with carrying the weirdo again, if they make too much trouble.

You also add that if you actually smell you could clean yourself with the sand outside, sand works pretty well for cleaning if one has no water handy. You are not sure how you know that but you feel pretty confident that it is right.

You say you would be better at finding the water without the smell of the took, either by not being carried or by the rool cleaning up

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silckenSoul wrote:

You say you would be better at finding the water without the smell of the took, either by not being carried or by the rool cleaning up

Spoiler:

You also typed 'rool' the second time but idk who that would be. :P ))

((Rook both times my phone keyboard hates me with a passion))

You remind the Pawn to keep an eye on the weirdo and start climbing down the stairs to clean yourself with some sand.

you look to the other pawn and then turn and head off down the stairs sniffing the air

((All phone keyboards are evil.))

You follow the Half-breed. You keep an eye on him more because you're interested in his progress than anything else. You don't bother drawing your gun.

you keep sniffing as you move up wind from the rook

You follow to, not having anything else to do. You keep an eye on the roughneck though, not wanting to lose your muscle here.

You scrub yourself down with some sand and then walk up to the rest of the group. You ask what Parson thinks you should do next, after you searched for the water or whatever. Should you try to look for a city or something?

You close you eyes and stop moving for a second and take a deep breath and then start walking towards the sun

You say that the roughneck has a good idea, and that you'll either have to look for one or build your own city when they find water.

You are stumped for a moment. Build... your own city?
That...
That's brilliant!

You think about this idea for a moment. It's a daunting task, but you do have both magic and muscle.
Between the four of you, it might actually be doable, you mumble.

((So...Sunset Band or Daybreak Gang? :notsureifmspa:))

((i like daybreak))

you ignore the others and keep walking and sniffing

(( Daybreak is good ))
You say that if you come up with the right spells, you may be able to morph sand into more usable materials for construction.

((so is people following me or am i walking on my own))