I twirled my knife in the air as it cut through the stillness of the atmosphere, catching it by the handle and slipping it into my pocket. I stared at our team-mates as frustration was dug into their expressions, ready to choke the remaining life of the golem if it came even a kilometre near us. "Lads, experience and cash isn't everything." I gave my opinion on the ordeal and looked down at my shoes. "I mean vengeance is appropriate, but certainly not in these circumstances." By the time I looked up, Robert had already got himself lost again. He was a strange guy, out of breath with every word he spoke and more off-course than a blind horse. His attire spoke of high importance and even military history, but it juxtaposed with the quirkiness he expressed, as he kicked up sand and exclaimed his loss for words and directions towards Dorisma. (That's also a juxtaposition, if you think about it.)

"Robert, can we please get somewhere by the afternoon?" Shouting didn't seem to make him any better at navigation unfortunately, as I turned towards the desert and kept my eyes on the horizon. At this rate, the dust would get to us rather than the other way around. So far, it seemed to have roaming camels and parties of men looking for experience, but they were so far off that we wouldn't be able to reach them by the time darkness set it. "Does anyone else want a go at walking?" I asked, no longer turning my back against the others and hoping someone would actually do something.