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Soft steps pushed silky sand between webbed toes. "So let me get this straight-" ((Sandstone walls surrounded the incoming troop. Protective, dusty, and full of stale, hot air. The sound of distant digging was echoing from the many winding tunnels, their entrances marked by wooden arches.)) The two Tsab miners were balding in the webbing between limbs. They looked tired, their claws slightly bloody from itching. "Like we said- Sand fell from the roof and we can't stop scratchin.'" ...

((The sands of Issiq were thankfully calm during the initial trip.)) The newcomer, Sapphique, hulking and hefty, was surrounded by a small handful of whelps. She glanced over them, the next generation of Nuryuhr's populace. Her tail wrapped delicately around her webbed paws, "Hello, whelps!" Her dialect sounded odd, clearly not from the region. "I'm Sapphique, and I was told we'll be uh-" Her gaze was pulled to the side by the chirping of a bright green Tark'ee whelp. "Missuh Sapphie!...