we need to be quick, split up and fan out. dont try anything funny because im not in the mood.
P: dibs on these crates
C: oi, dont run off -
P: damn, just more robes.
M: might be worth taking, just to keep the sun off us.
P: what, so we can all look like ghosts?
M: cover them in dirt and we’d blend in better to the canyonside. of course, if someone would just let us fly we could get to our destination faster.
C: too many eyes on the sky, and we’d be seen for miles.