Like many others, Linna didn't waste time climbing onto the nearest sand skiff. She made sure Enric was following closely behind, because as well armored as the man was, nothing on an average human being to withstand a massive sandstorm such as this. Having settled on an awkward seat behind the hull of one particular vehicle, Linna brushed pockets of sand off her robes and continued the earlier conversation.

"Between you and me, drinking is not something a nun like me does." Linna smirked. "However, I believe seeing more of this dwarf fellow might just be worth it."

"Fine equipment you have crafted." Acknowledging the plates and blades, she had to immediately duck a gust of sand. "You might want to get your head down, however. Unless that helmet has a filter I don't know about."

It felt like the winds lessened after minutes, though it could very well be a simple pause. For the first time in a long journey, Linna picked up solid shapes in the distance, the shape of structures. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" She asked Enric. 

Then, their skiff ended up beside Grimar's. Even obscured by bellowing dust, the smell of alcohol was well pronounced. "We should investigate ahead, before the main convoy!" Shouting to make herself heard, Linna hoped the dwarf was sober enough to know what investigate meant.