Blazing by with a parched heart

And it starts to get dry and unpleasant, so it seems like no one's going to eat it.

I'm thirsty. I wonder if there's a vending machine somewhere around.

Maybe they dried up.

Let your heart, which had dried up and gotten stiff, beat once more.

Tell me if you're thirsty!

I'm thirsty. Go buy me some juice!<br>Right now!

I'm thirsty, all right?

I'm super thirsty. Let's go.

-Where are you going? -I'm thirsty.

But you saw it. We got a handful of tents on a heap of sand. A hell of a promised land.

Rusted. Dry. There was a time when this mace dripped with the blood of the feeble and the worthless.

Elsweyr is an arid land of deserts and rocky canyons, where the sun shines warmly, always.

Dried blood stain.

Blood stains… dried.

Dried blood. Really old.

Boring as dried pudding.

Blood… dried. A few days old.