--- Long ---
Long stared at the massive hole in the sand they'd made. Boney, Surge, and himself had done most of the work while Shoal stood around under the shade, but he didn't mind that. She looked about ready to fall over. "How are you not about to pass out?" asked Shoal. She was soaked in sweat and leaning against the nearby giant pillar of the desert.
"My armour is fancy as FUCK lass. I got so many enchantments on this thing I'm surprised I ain't glowing. The one keeping me cool is a state of the art temperature control system so good I could probably walk into a volcano and still be fine," announced Long as he shovelled aside some more sand. Compared to the two dogs it wasn't really that much but he wanted to work with them.
"Even still, I thought there was like… a cap on that or something. I feel like we asked about it," grumbled Shoal.
