The Alik'r sun was hot on his scales, even as his cloak protected him from the brunt of the wrath of the desert sun. But the Argonian, a being of the water, had endured, even as many other travellers unaccustomed to this environment had not. However, perhaps that was to end soon. He was fatigued and unfocused. His supplies were running low, and that was if he still possessed them at all. It looked like his luck was finally running out. 

Ajax-Vei growled. He had taken a detour on his way to the Lilac Bay, and [i]this[/i] was what he got out of it. Was this punishment for his greed, his lust for knowledge and fortune that led him to search the Alik'r Desert for the Dwemer ruins allegedly hidden in dunes of sand? 

But the Saxhleel wasn't going to stop yet. His soul may be destined to return to the Hist, but he wouldn't let it go without a fight if he wasn't ready. 

And so he trudged on.

And on.

And on.

The land was uniform throughout, the only changing features being the position the sun glared at him from and the clouds that provided a moment's respite from the heat. At least until he came upon a small hamlet called Maurp Manor for... Some reason. But he had better things on his mind than why a small settlement would take a pretentious name. Fortune had favored him, and it seemed that today would not be the day he reaches the shore.

Ajax-Vei looked over the houses and knocked on the front door of the first one. If that was not answered, he would repeat the process for each. If none were answered, he would put to use his skill in breaking into locked vaults and secured chests.