Soren: "Sorry about that, gents. Menen here has developed a serious desire to lick every organic and inorganic object he sees. Before we leave, let me pick up these ingots. I hope this isn't another space violation to you."
Soren quickly apologizes, grabs the three ingots sitting on the ground. He doesn't dare go for the one on the desk.
You, however, decide to try and snag the fourth ingot. The Toll booth man glares are you intensely.
Give one imagination mustache to the toll booth guy for compensation.
You decide to let him keep it. You and Soren run off towards the right.
Ask about the dust storm.
: I must ask you Mr. Twain how do you tolerate that blonde haired hooligan?
: Well to be honest he hasn't been too much trouble until now...
: However, I am curious. What is on the other side of this sandstorm?
: Beyond the desert is the Canyon of Crypts, an ancient site where the bodies of Etherealic beings are said to res. How exciting! After that its badlands until you reach the Brimstone Blight. However due to this dust storm no one can pass through.
: Has there been no sign of the dust storm ceasing?
: Oh no no no. You see it has been here for a long time. According to our Sorceress, a strong aura of Etherealic energy flows through the wind in this dust storm. The dust are being moved by spirits.
: Spirits? Interesting... but why?
: Oh! It appears that my acquaintances have gone off ahead so I must be leaving now. Thank you for the information, good sir.
: What do you make of this, Guardsman? I've never seen anything quite like this... peculiar material.
: I believe I have seen it once before, sir.
: Oh ho?
: Yes, an old woman was trying to sell me it. She called it "Voodoo". Its said to be very rare, as only certain people can conjure it.
: Hmm...
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