long walks through dragon's blood

Gilgamesh was leading them on quite an adventure, down south across the bifrost and even further until they were at the near southern tip of Auster. What was worse, Artisan couldn't even bitch and moan about how far the walk was because their group leader was managing it on a broken ankle without a word of complaint. Rather then rock that boat, he kept his tired grumbles beneath his breath.

When they'd finally arrived, Art slunk to his haunches and then to his belly, sprawing in the grove and trying not to express his gratitude for the break out loud. Gil was now explaining their purpose here and who they were gathering intel on - a pack that hid in the bamboo. "I bet they got those fancy curvy sword things." He chimed up from the grass. "Y'know, the ones the splotchy guys are always walking around with. But finding their stash through a maze would be tough."

"Speech"