Tusks in the Tropics

Grock and Kaelion lounge on a Florida beach like they own the place. After months of figuring out how to swipe a credit card and why humans worship something called “Wi-Fi,” they decide a FL vacation is the next great quest. Grock soaks up the sun getting grayer, tusks gleaming in the sun, while Kaelion sips his piña colada with a small umbrella and rocks sunglasses so big they could shield a dragon — all while grumbling that there are way too few women on this beach.

Their battle cries? They’re now complaints about sand in awkward places. Their destiny? A perfect tan—or at least a slightly less intimidating shade of red and gray.