In the desert on the outskirts of Zarang...
'Bullhorn' sat on a beat-up pickup truck, waiting for the boss to show up. He squeezed the last bit of moisturizer into his hand and rubbed it vigorously on his face.
'Bullhorn' had been scrambling through the mountains and deserts of Aqionghan for months, and now he looked completely bedraggled, like no matter how much he washed, he couldn't get rid of the sand's scent.
After applying the moisturizer, 'Bullhorn' adjusted the rear-view mirror and cursed, "I hate Aqionghan, this damned place is even more detestable than the Sahara.
Why is it that that idiot 'Iceman' has been here for months and still looks fresh-faced, while we can't manage the same?"
In the passenger seat, 'Water Ghost' was wearing noise-canceling headphones to block out 'Bullhorn's complaints, absorbed in a palm-sized book as if the stories inside were particularly engrossing.
'Bullhorn' is the type who demands attention when he talks to you...
