Redsand Canyon when you wake up hungover, you wish you were sober

woah, attitude much? drakon shot the stranger a sideways glance that said who pissed on your parade? but otherwise let the attitude slide. he could be pretty crabby himself sometimes.

i dunno, the auxillary continued to squint at the herbs, venturing closer in the manner of a suspicious cat. lightfoot, hackles fluffed, ready to bounce back at the first sign of trouble. seems like a weird place to hang out. what's all this? poison?