"We have one moisture condenser," Baze says, satisfied that Ibani has sipped some. He takes a drink of his own water--and bites back a groan. The drink is the same, twice-boiled lothcat piss that comes from the temple's tap, but to his dehydrated mouth, it tastes amazing. He didn't realize how bad it had gotten.
Baze takes another drink. "Should we set up camp?"
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Date: 2017-06-25 03:38 am (UTC)Baze takes another drink. "Should we set up camp?"