"Hey, Royce."
What is it?"
"Do you think you could go fetch us some water flasks from the supply cache? I imagine you're thirsty, with all this blaring heat and everything. I mean, it's soooo much different from the Capital, you know? And it doesn't really look like you're going to be able to survive this unbearable heat much longer, by the looks of ya. So just like, go ahead and get us some drinks, alright partner?
"...."
"Dingo... don't do this. Don't force this on me. I already went and got some cantina bread a while ago under your whims. Don't go saying that I want it. If you're really thirsty, just go get it yourself. Literally no dangers come around these parts, brother."
"I order you, Dingo." Showing off his badge, the lower-ranked Royce's shoulders drooped down immediately, giving way to his loud sigh.
"Haaaaah... did you really just pull the seniority card on me Dingo?"
"Yes, now get your lazy ass moving."
"Look at the pot calling the kettle black." With that mumbled back-talk, Royce, one of the two guards stationed at the entrance of the oasis, which was 25 miles from the town gates of Zand, began his trek to the small outpost all the way at the back of the oasis.
"Damn Royce... always pulling out the rank card... just because he's been here for one month longer,he thinks he can get away with bossing me around," he grumbled on his walk. "If you really want something, just go get it yourself, bastard!"
"Hey there, pretty boy." All of a sudden, somebody seemed to call the soldier out.
Barely even acknowledging their existence, Royce responded to the courtesan, although it was with a mere grunt. "What?"
"I couldn't help but see your distressed figure, walking so lonely... I could just see the tears falling down from your face, even from here," began the tanned courtesan.
"Tch. The hell are you getting at?" Wanting her to quickly get to the point, Royce picked up his pace.
"I-I'm just saying that, I couldn't help but feel pity from you, oh so brave soldier. Which is why I'm here to tell you, that I can comfort you whenever you want, whenever you need it.
For a price, of course," she added in with a seductive smile.
'Damn. Another one of these.' "Look lady, I've got better things to do then play with your dirty body, Ok? Now, scurry along to your next client."
Slightly taken aback with the man's shooing gesture, the long haired woman flinched. But she was only slightly caught off guard, and kept pursuing her prey.
"Oh my. A feisty one. Exactly my type; Now come hither." Without waiting for his response, the large-chested beauty got up real close to Royce's ear and whispered her offer.
"Then how about this: Seeing how big the spear you carry in your hand is, I can only imagine how big the rod you carry in your pants might be." Trying to get him as riled up as possible,to she moved for her tightly-covered bosom to begin embracing the man's arm.
"If you can entertain me enough, I can promise you a good price, and a Good Night," she concluded with a lick of his ear.
Shing!
"Away from me, Whore! I desire nothing from your flesh!" With his spear pointing directly at her esophagus, the courtesan couldn't help but back away from the enraged man, completed enwrapped by fear.
"I-I-I apologize!" she couldn't help but stammer.
"I do not want your apologies! I want the stinking filth known as your body as far away from me as possible! I only desire those of petite size and righteous heart to take my precious card!"
Suddenly forgetting the shining blade, the woman couldn't help but call out the man. "Wait, doesn't that mean you are Pedophile!?" she yelled with disgust.
"Absolutely not!!!"
"But isn't that what you described!?"
Ah.... Good point.
"AAAAAAND WHAT OF IT!!?!?!?!"
With his final scream, his spear began to pierce the woman's skin.
"Alright, ALRIGHT!" Choosing not to risk a spear down her throat for a paycheck, she finally backed off.
"That's what I thought." Retrieving the spear to his side, he began his walk again.
Once there was a certain distance though, Royce heard the courtesan's departing words.
"THE ONLY THING YOU TWO PROTECT US FROM ARE ILLEGAL TUMBLEWEEDS!"
"WHaT wAS ThAT!!!!" his voice cracked. But she was already running by the time he got his spear in a throwing position.
"Tch... damn courtesans."
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Finally, after 20 minutes, the soldier reached the small outpost. The place was barely 600 square feet, and it was chock full of things the two guards would never need. The only reason the oasis even had the two soldiers as guards was because the Saharan Empire wanted every piece of land they owned protected, one way or another. For some reason. Something about the tension between countries increasing.
That was why the room was of full barrels and barrels of arrows, swords, spears, bows, crossbows, shields; and in the middle of the room, there was even a mountable ballista, a weapon that hasn't seen action in decades!
"What's even the point of all this when there's only two people here," Royce continued to grumble.
Practically hidden in a corner, there was a cabinet full of bland rations, potions of various levels, and flasks with water that tasted like iron.
'You know, if you actually walked over here and sweated, you might've needed this
water. But in reality, you just want to fill your gut, don't you Dingo...'
Finally done with his fetch, he walked out of the post.
'You know what? Why should I have to go ahead and deliver this? I imagine he can survive a couple more hours in this hear without water. I doubt any delay of mine matters or not.
And, if it does matters to him, well then it doesn't matter to me,' his thoughts came to a conclusion. 'He can't punish me; and even if he reports me, then that just means that he would be tending to the entrance by himself, and have to do these activities himself. So why. Why DON'T I go enjoy myself." Satisfied with his reasoning, the rebelling soldier made his way towards his chosen destination: the Lagoon.