I washed the dirt from my hands, face and neck in the spring water.
The sandstorm came out of nowhere.
The sky was crystal clear, and visibility on the dunes was high. I could see for miles.
Rowan stripped completely, and dived into the spring. He hated being dirty. I'd done enough for me.
"How's the water?" I asked.
"Warm, sir. Are sudden sandstorms like that common here?"
"Gods I hope not." I grabbed my pack, and pulled out a sleeping pallet.
Ilargia wasn't doing too well, and needed a break.
- I hate sand. He told me.
"Have you added something new to the long list of things you hate, Ilargia?"
- Why did we come down here again?
"To save the world." I told the staff.
- Damn.
I laughed. "Get some rest, I'll keep watch."
I drew a rudimentary communication circle in the sand around me, and focused until I felt my soul touch something.
- Hello? Magi? It was a spirit. The spirit of the spring.
"I've come to greet you, as is custom." I told it.
