Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
“I know, right!” Fran gleefully squeaked, glad Diane was sharing her enthusiasm. She pointed out at the structures and rambled on about how they were 'simply amazing!' “They are just like us, aren't they?” Fran said to Emily, when she referenced to her hometown. “I can't even imagine how... How smart your people must be to live in these conditions.”
Then suddenly, a rumbling sound came from below the ground and sharp shapes emerged from it. It was a giant, bladed ragworm digging through the sand; the spirit that belonged to Sean, a holder that had gone missing on the first mission in the badlands, and had spoken with Emily on the second. The ragworm, lovingly named Steve, erupted from the sand, carrying it's holder. In spite of it's aggressive entry and fearsome appearance, Steve the ragworm seemed docile as his holder dismounted and stepped forward toward the party.
Sean appeared different from last time. Sean's skin was scratched and burned in several places, and his clothes had been torn by large claws. He'd also grown fairly thin. Well that and sand was scattered about everywhere. Sean had to spit, rub his eyes and shake it out of his hair. With a hoarse voice he asked a blunt question; “So you're back. Didn't enough people get killed last time you were here?”