Couriers Tipp & Pill

Miss courier! Pharloom’s bugs are wishing, waiting, sad and scared. The deliverings are needed, now more than more!

Ughhh! What-what is this? Your body is all twisting, creaking! Horrid fiend inside!

Hornet

A parasite has lodged deep inside my shell. It has taken some strength of will to keep its thrashing at bay.

With a shell like such, you cannot be taking no deliverings! Infect the goods you would-would!

Hornet

Very well, couriers. If I somehow manage to remove the parasite, I may return to offer aid.

Hornet

I have taken your wish, Tipp. If I find your brother safe, I’ll be sure to send him back this way.

My many thanks, miss saving! You are brave-brave. Same as brother! My faith goes all with you!

Miss saving! We are together, at last! My brother and myself, both returned to safety’s safe.

Hornet

I am pleased you have found one another. If you are planning to venture out again, I would urge you reconsider for the sake of your shells.

We know it! Muchly-much! We cannot be leaving this home of bells. No more! Heres we will remain, for shells to survive.

But we instead did plan, together, clever! Yes-yes. Those pilgrims, them that pass, maybes they will help? For small reward as we have?

Even you, miss saving! Yes-yes! Saving is done. Our wishes now we ask. Now is time for miss courier!

Keep safe, miss courier! You and your deliverings, fragile both can be!

Do not wait, miss courier! You hold the deliverings, so nows you must away! A quick-quick bug, you must become yourself.

Hornet

Tipp, I have promised a wish to an old bug of the Citadel, ingredients for a dish to stir a gourmand’s stomach.

Hornet

Do you hold in your belongings a Courier’s Rasher? It seems a key element.

Courier’s Rasher! Not me, miss savings! Smelly, fatty foods, good for most. Not good for my sensitive stomach!

You want-want my brother, Pill! Pill is big. Pill loves rashers! Can prepare them fresh for you, but first, Pill must be found, saved, safe-safe!

Another egg. Another grossy eater queen. Delivery for the big-big creature beyond the roaches. Maybe this one travels safer than last?

With your shell all a’wriggle, you can’t be taking no deliverings! Infect the goods you would!

Hornet

Very well, couriers. If I somehow manage to remove the parasite, I may return to offer aid.

More deliverings for those sad survivors in their cave below.

Deliver them quick-quick, miss courier! They will help much.

Hornet

I can not aid you, couriers. Not now. My own tasks are too pressing to consider taking on your deliveries.

Hornet

With luck, some pilgrims may pass with sound mind and strength remaining. They may choose to promise your wishes.

Then we shall pray they come, miss saving! Our thanks go muchly with you, still.

We’s heard the word! Many fleas together, settled high in Pharloom, calling out their wants of us!

Clever grubbers, fleas, but theys too need-need our deliverings. See them served, miss courier! Always goodly-good to gain the thanks of fleas.

Miss courier! What horror here! The caves shake-shake, crying pain of hurt most savage.

And see all our poor friends below, newly found, crowded inside this home of bells, hearts fast for fear.

But what-what for you? You are here to help, yes-yes? The deliverings, they are needed now at most! When caves turn dark, the deliverings are essential, more than more.

The deliverings! They are broken-broke! Gone and spilled!

Do not lose hearty-heart, miss courier! This is Pharloom! Danger, deadly. In times as these, is a rarer thing for goods to get to their goings.

Would you try-try again? For the bugs so much in need of their deliverings?

Many deliverings still need making, miss courier! We is much needing your help, when you is ready for the giving of it-it!

Hornet

For the moment, I can not aid you, couriers. My own tasks are too pressing.

Then we shall hope you see them soon achieved! If the deliverings are not made, Pharloom’s bugs will suffer muchly-much!

We is got requested times a’many for this, a queeny egg of those eaters of Silk. Wish from big, sticky creature, near many roaches caged. Wants it muchly!

Hornet

The creature, I have met them, a timid, fawning sort. Nonetheless, their tending of Silkeaters can be a benefit for me.

Hornet

If a queen delivered could improve their harvest, I too would gain from the trade.

Miss courier, and big, sticky creature? Both are like to liking things so grossly-gross? We think yous are muchly strange...

Miss saving! We thought us safe, brothers together at last, but what horror even here! The caves shake-shake, crying pain of hurt most savage.

And see all our poor friends below, newly found, crowded inside this home of bells, hearts fast for fear.

But what-what for you? You are here to help, yes-yes? The deliverings, they are needed now at most! Alas, for our shells to survive we cannot now leave this home of bells. No more. Heres we must remain.

But we instead did plan, together, clever! Yes-yes. Those strong ones, like yourselfs, maybes they will help? For small reward as we have?

Our savings is done, and the caves turn dark. Now the deliverings are needed, desperate. Now is time for miss courier!

Goods for the camp at base, where pilgrims’ journey starts. We muchly hope this delivering goes well!

You have the good-goods, miss courier! Now only the deliverings needs doing. Don’t wait here-here!

A new destination this-this! And desperate these supplies are asked.

Deliverings for them-them escaped from the crumbled camp beside the bone, those few still living.

Hurting and hungry, those few must be.

It is yours, miss courier! Meats prepared fresh as fresh, in our special way.

Miss courier must know! Our rasher is delicious, strong, fatty food, but is not long to last. If not stored quick, it-it is flavour fast turns foul.

Hornet

If the rasher is likely to spoil, then I shall make fast for the Citadel. I’ve no desire to see your efforts, or your scant supplies wasted.

But hold, miss courier! Before depart you mustly know, all deliverings are in needing of great-great care!

No bump! No shake! No taking funny transport! Only leg, claw, wing must be used to see them where they need be going.

Carry the deliverings safe-safe, miss courier! Cared for like your own shell.

Those good-goods, all packed fresh for the clever fleas. Take thems up for us, miss courier. Maybe new friends you might be making with your service? Yes-yes?

My brother, Pill, still out there. Help-help others he must be, taking good-goods all across. I’m is only hope he stay safe-safe, but gone long is Pill. Too long!

On the wishwall, I’m placed my wish-wish, that my brother returns to me, and these bells of safety’s safe.

Hornet

I shall check the wall, Tipp. If your wish aligns with my journey, I may track him down.

The deliverings, all broken-broke? Would you try-try again, miss courier? Pharloom’s bugs are so much in need of your help!

Supplies for the rest-stop in the fields. We is used to like this delivering, when we was young and muchly brave.

This town feel safe, just, but I’m is worries for others. Is Pharloom needing its good-goods?

Many bugs helped by us couriers, me and brother Pill. Special now when danger grows big-big.

Good-goods for the pilgrims up high! Thems brave ones, settled up on that big-big Citadel.

These deliverings they will muchly need, miss courier. Carry them safe-safe, for us!

Hornet

Couriers, I require a rasher of meat, for an old bug in the Citadel. Can you prepare it for me?

A bug up-up? Theys knows our finest food? If theys appreciate, we can prepare it most prompt! Miss courier has only to ask.

A delivery deadly, dangerous, fiercably cold, for old bug up there that does need it much-much! Serves us all he does, so we serve back.

And great test for you, miss courier! Most challenging-challenge this. The lacquer to bring is sloshy-slosh. A hard carry even for the best.

Hornet

I have met this maker. His is a long service, worthy of respect. I will be glad to aid his efforts.

Deliverings for the waystation in the fields at Pharloom’s edge, a small rest-stop, still serving.

This journey is maybe not so very hard for you, miss courier? We think you is perfect for this wish!

More for you, miss courier! Lacquer, filled fresh, for the maker on the mount. We have much, so don’t worry for our supply.

To climb the frozen peak, it is a journey most difficult! Our thanks go full with you that tries again!

More meats for you, miss courier! Best you be delivering it swiftly quick! If left not stored, our rasher’s flavour fast turns foul.

Miss saving! Thanks again for you and your big-big blade! I’m is made it back, and grumpy grub-grub got her goods. She seemed happy, even!

I’m won’t be travelling out for a while-while methinks. Too many beasties! All about theys are. Even those pilgrims! All now going angry, a bit like old grub-grub.

Hornet

This town remains safe for the moment, Tipp. You’re a smart bug to stay within its walls.

Once was common, this delivery, for the bugs in their camp beside the bone. Now even this is-is challenge.

Down there at base, where many pilgrims’ journey start. To ready for their climb, these deliverings will give much value.

Up-up, in the big Citadel, a new place we heard is now claimed safety-safe! Theys too needing our deliverings, we is sure!

That Citadel. We knows its truths! Not so nicely-nice as pilgrims tells! Even if brave bugs would settle, danger still is close!

They would need deliverings, for food, for healings, for protection. Please takes them, miss courier!

Oh! Those horrible beasty-beasts are gone! Much and many thanks for you, mighty warrior!

Hornet

It was a simple thing, small bug. I assume you are Tipp, the courier?

Hornet

Frey, the Bellhart trader, seemed concerned for your safety... and for the cargo you carry.

She sent you?! Bah! She needs to learny-learn a little patience! I’m is barely been away! But still... is lucky-lucky for me you came.

Well, I’m is be off now. That old grubly-grub in the bell will come after me herself if she not get her goods!

Safely-saved is Pill! But who is this rare carer for the shell of another? Name yourself, good bug!

Hornet

I am Hornet, Pill. Your brother wished for your return to Bellhart, where he waits now. I’m sure he will be eager to see you alive.

Young Tipp! How he worries always. Blessed I am for the care, him and you Miss Hornet! A lucky bug is me!

Hornet

Head fast for Bellhart, Pill. These lands are not for travelling without a sharp blade in claw.

Aye! Yes! To Bellhart, and my brother, I shall fly quickly-quick. If you pass that way again, stop and give greeting!