oh and try to get some fresh tree sap if possible.
I believe I still have an empty jar in my inventory to store it in.
Fresh, huh? Hmm. Alright, a local apothecary manages to provide you with a bottle of sap, in exchange for your empty.
Watch the scenery as we ride back to base. If Pylon shows any interest in further upgrades, attempt to help him.
Drive back to base If the others want to stop. Take a nap
Thrips looked around as he neared the wagon. There was still so much to see of this strange city, and who knows when he'd get more spare time?
"Um, we're not in any hurry, are we? I w... wouldn't mind seeing more of the, uh, city. That we're in."
Meekly suggest some sightseeing before we leave. If we aren't leaving right away, go exploring.
If the others are adamant about heading back to base, just take a nap in the wagon.
Looks like there is a bit of indifference here, so Homeward you go. Perhaps we'll have another mission in this place later, and you can see more of the sights then.
For now, my creative juices need a bit of recharge.
If I remember correctly, this wasn't a level up mission. It was mostly to keep some players occupied and be silly while we waited for the other missions to wrap. anyone take issue with that?
Homeward boundEither way: You all rest in the carts for the night, since the cliffs are challenging enough in the light. Not that night is particularly dark, what with the massive sun making dusk last for ages, leaving a brief time in which the stars come out before the false dawn lights up the sky again, for what seems like hours before the sun itself burns orange into the sky. You stretch, eat a modest breakfast, and ride the cart up to the checkpoint. The guards there inspect your cargo, charge a modest fee for the unexpected items - standard customs, it's in the paperwork - and send you on your way with well wishes and prayers for health. You climb the cliff, getting a tad dizzy as hte city fades below and you have naught but air on one side, and rock on the other to keep you company. At last, you come up onto the barren, dry plateau. Again, Cho Ja gets that weird sense of rightness, mixed with something off. An uncanny valley sort of feeling, as if it were a familiar place, but with some aspect of it changed in an unsettling way. You follow the dusty path back toward where you first appeared in this land, slowing the rhinos as you begin to wind between some boulders, into a small ravine. The sky darkens, and the walls begin to sweat. And at last, you find yourself, axle deep in flowing water, rain pounding on the wagon covers, and Rhinos shifting nervously, or is that playfully? as the storm pours in.