BLOXIADE

Thank the Swords for off-road vehicles.

It was hot as hell out in the deserts of Lost Temple. Sand got into her trucks and food stands tires, but she didn't exactly care.

Blox knew many people passed in the desert from heat, and some simply needed a drink. So, she'd started up a business at a young age, using her gear to her advantage for marketing and a way to give inphernals energizing drinks.

Now, it wasn't uncommon to see Blox driving out in Lost Temple to serve drinks, or to see her at phestivals to do the same. She stopped her truck at the sight of... someone, poking her head out the window and calling out.

Aye, that’d be real nice! Whatcha peddlin’ there, mate?

~ The taller Inphernal followed after, the majority of his face shadowed by his tricorne hat. ~

Hold on there, kiddo. ~ He studied Bloxiade, hand resting on his companion’s shoulder in a silent gesture to wait. ~

~ He nudges the smaller Inphernal, smiling toothily. ~

Alright then, Pencil, get what ye want.

~ She bounces excitedly on her toes, looking around at the different bottles. ~

I’ll have a glass of rum.

~ A glare from Pencil makes him backpedal, chuckling sheepishly as he reorders. ~

Er, I mean, I’ll… just have what she’s havin’.

~ She huffs, very obviously pleased with herself. ~

Aye. How else are we s’posed to get across? Ain’t got a fancy truck like ye.

Yeah, an’ those birds hate yer guts, papa! ~ Pencil buts in, giggling. ~

~ Pencil beams happily, fingers tapping a rhythm on the counter. Her companion takes notice of this, looking back over to Bloxiade. ~

As she turned, Bloxiade began to fill up the bottles with cold water and ice.

Thank the Swords for off-road vehicles.

It was hot as hell out in the deserts of Lost Temple. Sand got into her trucks and food stands tires, but she didn't exactly care.

Blox knew many people passed in the desert from heat, and some simply needed a drink. So, she'd started up a business at a young age, using her gear to her advantage for marketing and a way to give inphernals energizing drinks.

Now, it wasn't uncommon to see Blox driving out in Lost Temple to serve drinks, or to see her at phestivals to do the same. She stopped her truck at the sight of... someone, poking her head out the window and calling out.

Finally, a place to get a nice drink... Mind telling me what you have in store?

Thank the Swords for off-road vehicles.

It was hot as hell out in the deserts of Lost Temple. Sand got into her trucks and food stands tires, but she didn't exactly care.

Blox knew many people passed in the desert from heat, and some simply needed a drink. So, she'd started up a business at a young age, using her gear to her advantage for marketing and a way to give inphernals energizing drinks.

Now, it wasn't uncommon to see Blox driving out in Lost Temple to serve drinks, or to see her at phestivals to do the same. She stopped her truck at the sight of... someone, poking her head out the window and calling out.

Aye, that’d be real nice! Whatcha peddlin’ there, mate?

~ The taller Inphernal followed after, the majority of his face shadowed by his tricorne hat. ~

Hold on there, kiddo. ~ He studied Bloxiade, hand resting on his companion’s shoulder in a silent gesture to wait. ~

~ He nudges the smaller Inphernal, smiling toothily. ~

Alright then, Pencil, get what ye want.

~ She bounces excitedly on her toes, looking around at the different bottles. ~

I’ll have a glass of rum.

~ A glare from Pencil makes him backpedal, chuckling sheepishly as he reorders. ~

Er, I mean, I’ll… just have what she’s havin’.

~ She huffs, very obviously pleased with herself. ~

Aye. How else are we s’posed to get across? Ain’t got a fancy truck like ye.

Yeah, an’ those birds hate yer guts, papa! ~ Pencil buts in, giggling. ~

Thank the Swords for off-road vehicles.

It was hot as hell out in the deserts of Lost Temple. Sand got into her trucks and food stands tires, but she didn't exactly care.

Blox knew many people passed in the desert from heat, and some simply needed a drink. So, she'd started up a business at a young age, using her gear to her advantage for marketing and a way to give inphernals energizing drinks.

Now, it wasn't uncommon to see Blox driving out in Lost Temple to serve drinks, or to see her at phestivals to do the same. She stopped her truck at the sight of... someone, poking her head out the window and calling out.

Finally, a place to get a nice drink... Mind telling me what you have in store?

Thank the Swords for off-road vehicles.

It was hot as hell out in the deserts of Lost Temple. Sand got into her trucks and food stands tires, but she didn't exactly care.

Blox knew many people passed in the desert from heat, and some simply needed a drink. So, she'd started up a business at a young age, using her gear to her advantage for marketing and a way to give inphernals energizing drinks.

Now, it wasn't uncommon to see Blox driving out in Lost Temple to serve drinks, or to see her at phestivals to do the same. She stopped her truck at the sight of... someone, poking her head out the window and calling out.

Aye, that’d be real nice! Whatcha peddlin’ there, mate?

~ The taller Inphernal followed after, the majority of his face shadowed by his tricorne hat. ~

Hold on there, kiddo. ~ He studied Bloxiade, hand resting on his companion’s shoulder in a silent gesture to wait. ~

~ He nudges the smaller Inphernal, smiling toothily. ~

Alright then, Pencil, get what ye want.

~ She bounces excitedly on her toes, looking around at the different bottles. ~

I’ll have a glass of rum.

~ A glare from Pencil makes him backpedal, chuckling sheepishly as he reorders. ~

Er, I mean, I’ll… just have what she’s havin’.

~ She huffs, very obviously pleased with herself. ~

Thank the Swords for off-road vehicles.

It was hot as hell out in the deserts of Lost Temple. Sand got into her trucks and food stands tires, but she didn't exactly care.

Blox knew many people passed in the desert from heat, and some simply needed a drink. So, she'd started up a business at a young age, using her gear to her advantage for marketing and a way to give inphernals energizing drinks.

Now, it wasn't uncommon to see Blox driving out in Lost Temple to serve drinks, or to see her at phestivals to do the same. She stopped her truck at the sight of... someone, poking her head out the window and calling out.

Aye, that’d be real nice! Whatcha peddlin’ there, mate?

~ The taller Inphernal followed after, the majority of his face shadowed by his tricorne hat. ~

Hold on there, kiddo. ~ He studied Bloxiade, hand resting on his companion’s shoulder in a silent gesture to wait. ~

~ He nudges the smaller Inphernal, smiling toothily. ~

Alright then, Pencil, get what ye want.

~ She bounces excitedly on her toes, looking around at the different bottles. ~

I’ll have a glass of rum.

~ A glare from Pencil makes him backpedal, chuckling sheepishly as he reorders. ~

Er, I mean, I’ll… just have what she’s havin’.

~ She huffs, very obviously pleased with herself. ~

Thank the Swords for off-road vehicles.

It was hot as hell out in the deserts of Lost Temple. Sand got into her trucks and food stands tires, but she didn't exactly care.

Blox knew many people passed in the desert from heat, and some simply needed a drink. So, she'd started up a business at a young age, using her gear to her advantage for marketing and a way to give inphernals energizing drinks.

Now, it wasn't uncommon to see Blox driving out in Lost Temple to serve drinks, or to see her at phestivals to do the same. She stopped her truck at the sight of... someone, poking her head out the window and calling out.

Aye, that’d be real nice! Whatcha peddlin’ there, mate?

~ The taller Inphernal followed after, the majority of his face shadowed by his tricorne hat. ~

Hold on there, kiddo. ~ He studied Bloxiade, hand resting on his companion’s shoulder in a silent gesture to wait. ~

~ He nudges the smaller Inphernal, smiling toothily. ~

Alright then, Pencil, get what ye want.

~ She bounces excitedly on her toes, looking around at the different bottles. ~

Thank the Swords for off-road vehicles.

It was hot as hell out in the deserts of Lost Temple. Sand got into her trucks and food stands tires, but she didn't exactly care.

Blox knew many people passed in the desert from heat, and some simply needed a drink. So, she'd started up a business at a young age, using her gear to her advantage for marketing and a way to give inphernals energizing drinks.

Now, it wasn't uncommon to see Blox driving out in Lost Temple to serve drinks, or to see her at phestivals to do the same. She stopped her truck at the sight of... someone, poking her head out the window and calling out.

Aye, that’d be real nice! Whatcha peddlin’ there, mate?

~ The taller Inphernal followed after, the majority of his face shadowed by his tricorne hat. ~

Hold on there, kiddo. ~ He studied Bloxiade, hand resting on his companion’s shoulder in a silent gesture to wait. ~