[Remy]

Remy didn't quite know what to say to the screaming canine in front of him, but he was hurt, quite so. His pride had been stabbed through the center with a spear of rudeness. He wasn't quite sure how he would recover from his verbal and unwarranted attack, but he knew it wouldn't be out there in the desert alone. His nose curled up and he pointed at the dorin with his index finger. "Don't you get me started GM, DM, QM, whatever your name is! I'd get along just fine! But since it seems that you and your lot don't think you can hack it without me, I suppose I'll come along and keep your hairy butt from gettin' killed!"

With that Remy's pride was once again in tact and he walked past the Dorin on his way to the store cart to see what he could get his hands on. He always enjoyed fiddling through junk, but doubted to see any in this caravan, so instead he'd atleast well equip himself and set his backpack in one of the carts to get the weight off his back. Within a short moment he had found a thin cloak that would shield him from the sun, a a small wooden buckler that would fit him like a small shield. He didn't bother with a weapon as he hoped they wouldn't come across anything he'd have to use it for, but the shield would come in handy against all the sand that kept blowing in. Besides, he had a pick at his waist just in case.