Admittedly I was a little annoyed with my suggestion being taken further, frowning at Robert. It was one thing to take a potentially worthless slab (worthless being mysterious and extremely risky), and certainly another to run into a desert of doom for a possible solution to the whole problem. Honestly, I would've given the idea of simply fleeing the continent more weight than this. "Well... you lads go on ahead. I don't have prior experience with the dust, let alone knowledge of immunity." I stated, a degree of seriousness on a usually discrete voice. It was one thing to fight off humans, but a landscape of dust didn't seem so survivable.

Of course, that's when I noticed a large glob of grey dust hurtled towards my face, impacting my neck as I futilely drew out my knife and slashed it at the princess' chest. (I wasn't quite acquainted with the princess' incredibly infuriating ability.) For a moment I thought I saw my mother in a white flash as I cursed the princess, anger and confusion running through me shortly afterwards. "You fickle newt! What in the Lord's name do you have in that blasted noggin of yours!?" At the time, I was quite enraged and threatened to pick a fight with the princess (again, not quite knowing about the magical invulnerability she had), dust having to be swatted out of my priceless coat and wiped away from my cheeks, stinging my skin but nowhere near brain-dead. "Absolute bitch you are, I would be glad to strangle your neck if the bloody thing took over!" Extremely pissed, fire and embers in my voice. To the point where I almost reverted to a hidden rougher accent. Either way, she got her confirmation and so did everyone else. I hadn't exactly had my composure broken in a long time.