Tarsuria, Year of Severus, 18, I.R., the 70th day of Spring, Camp Lionclaw, Great Dunes
------------------------
The sun ruthlessly shone across the dessert sky, punishing the people below it with its sweltering heat. Urfaal woke up sweating inside his tent, it was still around early morning, but the sun was already asserting its dominance against them.
The beastman still wanted to take a moment of sleep or two, since he never had some of it since they set sail back to the base. The crew including his friend, Ghwynmyr were visibly jittery and angry for some reason. He tried asking the dwarf about it but he simply told him to wait until he could report it properly to Lord Prestonheim.