Two very different drigetti are standing together, talking to themselves. Neither of them pay much attention to you until you clear your throat and introduce yourself.
Both of them look at you with surprise in their eyes, as if they'd never seen anything like you before. The blue maned drigus speaks first. "Hello, there..." he says, "my name is Volerath. I am very pleased to meet you."
He looks from where you came and smiles. "I see you've already met Wytor and probably also Tyror, yes? Thy are from the same place as I, and I am both of their mates." He gives a nod and smiles.
The red-maned drigus finally speaks up. "My name is Vacchusta," she says.
While still obviously a drigus, she again makes you think that she's a cousin of the other drigetti you've met before. In any case, she's good natured and friendly, as it seems, and she launches into a quick story about how she joined this herd.
When she finishes, she points to the mountains. "Are you headed that way?" she asks.
You nod, and she laughs. "Good! Because if you were heading anywhere else, you'd be lost!" She starts to laugh continually. Apparently, this was a good joke, because Volerath also starts to laugh uncontrolably. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, you force out a laugh as well and then continue on through the desert.
