[ Needles opens his mouth again, and Wolfwood braces himself for more stupidity. Thankfully, though, this time all the idiot wants is to talk about their route. That's acceptable. ]

No can do.

[ From his inside coat pocket Wolfwood holds up a metal bottle of water, just under a liter in size. ]

This is all I've got on me, and last I looked at the map, Octovern's more than a day's walk away.

[ He can go longer than a day on that much water -- he's gone much, much longer than that on less before -- but walking across the desert with a swollen tongue sucks. ]

I thought you were leadin' me to someplace closer than that.

[ Or was that a lie? ]