Inside the borders of the Burning Sands, the Twelfth Squad of the First Verakh Company, Rikon camped. They set up their camp among the cliffs and use the terrain to protect them from the unpredictable rage of the desert.
"They should have started building the fortifications already." the marksman of the Twelfth Squad muttered as he cleaned his beloved weapon, making sure that it was sand free after they experience a sandstorm a few moments ago before taking shelter among the cliffs.
"I hate this place! It is all sand! Sand here, sand there and endless sea of sand!" their squad member who was their main map maker and started removing his armor while brushing away the accumulated sands that made their way inside his armor and clothes.
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