After moving over to assist the drow, Quil would spot what he asked for. The barrel was upright in the small dingy the drow had arrived in. It was plainly visible from where Aquilan now stood. As he looked at the cliff he would notice that it was no longer as bleak as it was only moments ago. The light of the morning sun was now casting a faint warmth over the both of them as it reached it’s full strength just above the horizon. The cliff face was glowing in the light of the morning sun as the gentle rays bounces off of the many rocks and smoothed slabs of Granite. The even tones almost made the cliff look beautiful. This beauty, however, faded as fast as it had appeared. 
	Zarriia would hear this man accept her offer without much protest, it was obvious the he needed water. After Zarriia’s cloths were dried, she would feel comfortably warm. This feeling, however, was ruined as she started to feel the salt within her boots. Regardless of this minor detail, she would catch the elf looking her over the same way she had him. His expression was hard to read as his face was dry and his lips were cracked. He wouldn’t be useful no matter what he did if he was not given water soon. Zarria would notice the cliff in the light of the sun as well, the reflected rays removed nearly all of the shadows on the beach. It would be a breathtaking sight in any other situation. Though as the minute passed, so to did the light of the sun. 

	It would seem that this beach was void of any life aside from seagulls and the two elven bloods. There is not so much as a single skull to mark the death of the men that had been on any of these massive shipwrecks. There were also no smaller craft to be seen. The only ships that were ashore were ones that would never float again. Some of which may not even stay above the new sea of sand that they now rested upon as they rotted away. The only ship that appeared to be hospitable was the dwarven ship they could see resting as though it was made to sail through sand.