A Rocky Situation in the Dunes [COMPLETED]

The monstrous Beist sat down, also tired from the fight, though more mentally than physically. He plopped onto the sand with a loud thud, shaking the ground and sending sand flying almost as much as the golem's fist had. His ears drooped in embarrassment. He was already embarrassed just from being so large normally. Using this form just multiplied that. And, even worse, his monstrous form was now even larger than before. He used to only grow to about fifty feet tall. Was this another effect of the accidental potion? He had a horrible suspicion this might not wear off like he hoped it would.

He reached down and delicately took the offered bandana between two clawed fingers, lifting it to his face to take a closer look. He didn't think it would quite fit him, especially not at the moment, but he still smiled appreciatively at it. It wasn't the bandana itself that was important here, it was what it symbolized. He was a member of the Winged Expeditionary Force now! With that, his connections grew. He'd be able to track down rare monsters with parts he needed for potion ingredients much more easily now. Combined with his membership in the Golden Consortium, the future of his potion making business was looking better than ever.

Of course, Beist loved animals and magical creatures. He didn't approve of killing or harming them just for their ingredients. But, that just made his membership of the Expedition even better. They only hunted monsters that were going out of their way to cause trouble, attacking people and bringing instability to their ecosystems. Creatures that needed to be stopped anyways. In that case, Beist was a lot more willing to lend a hand in taking them down as humanely as possible and he could harvest what he needed from them as an added bonus.

Case in point: Beist held up the golem core in his hand, inspecting it, turning it over in his hand before putting the yellow orb in the bag attached to the belt on his waist along with the bandana. Thankfully, with his belt being part of his magical suit that could stretch to accommodate his gargantuan form, he didn't break it when he grew.

Beist looked to Ulrich with an embarrassed smile. "Thank you, I appreciate it. I've never shown her this side of me. I don't know what she'd think of me if she saw it. I'd have preferred not to have to use it. It makes me feel like even more of a monster than usual, but I suppose it can come in handy sometimes, can't it?" He sighed.

"I'm also a bit parched and a good bed sounds nice, but... um... Would you mind waiting a moment? It would probably be best if I changed back to my usual size before going into town." Beist asked apologetically with an embarrassed smile and a small chuckle.