Lune giving out another bitchy lewd laugh while on her own horse, which doesn't require a foul smelling liquid to function. Horses are clearly better than that loud magical beast that doesn't have a mind of its own and no character. Riding along next to you as you push your evil machine along, keeping her lewd secret to herself to heighten the tension.<strong>"now then Matt, is that any way to thank your benefactor? If it weren't for me, you'll be in jail for that incident at the tavern! You need to learn how to control yourself...<br/><br/>Speaking of control, the reason why I am here is to collect any tattoos we find from those poor elf maidens across the land. Very complex ritual and everything, far beyond your understanding. You cannot just rape it off of their skin or something equally vulgar. Ah yes! Speaking of vulgarity, I took liberties to sample the blood of that "machine" to test on. Using my amazing elvish magicks I can transmute as much of the liquid as I please."</strong>Letting out another laugh and enjoying watching you push that machine around for the past 5 miles for no good reason.