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[sup][b][color=A5988A]Wordage:[/color][/b] [i]352 (+1 points)[/i] | [b][color=A5988A]Experience:[/color][/b] [i]16/20 EXP[/i]
[b][color=A5988A]Location:[/color][/b] [i]Sandswept Sky (Gerudo Town)[/i][/sup]
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Trudging through the vast, arid expanse that stretched out before him Osvald's journey was not going as planned. Sweat trickled down his forehead, soaking his clothes and making every step a battle against fatigue. 

The scholar's chest stung from the heat and glistened with drops of sweat as he crested a dune, Osvald squinted against the relentless glare of the sun it's light and heat bearing down on him.

With the inner part of his forearm the scholar wiped his brow, breathing heavily he thought to himself fatalistically [i]‘[color=A5988A]I wonder if the heat is beginning to play tricks with my mind.[/color]’[/i] pushing the rim of his thin spectacles up the bridge of his nose, Osvald descended the side of the dune catching a glimmer of a far off light shimmering like a mirage in the distance.

[i]’[color=A5988A]Hm, the light is no illusion.[/color]’[/i] the scholar's determined stride forward through the sand and loose rocks picked up, Osvald's worn leather boots sinking into the sand with each step.

“[color=A5988A]Oh…Good.[/color]” uttered the exhausted scholar. 

The light indeed hadn't been a trick of the eye, but the light shining on the towns sheer sandstone walls carved out of the rock, Osvald heaving a great sigh of relief tired stumbled his way past the large open entrance after he sauntered past the couple guards, met by the lively sound of a busy bazaar filled with the sound of hawkers selling foodstuffs, tactiles and the like.

Gerudo and others alike - of all shapes and sizes, gave the disheveled looking traveler erelong glances of mixed degrees from suspicion to disgust at the man looking much like a vagabond with his clothing ragged and dirty. Osvald cared little of how others perceived him so long as it was of no importance or consequence.

[i]’[color=A5988A]Now to find the others, it…Shouldn't be that difficult.[/color]’[/i] considering that half of the Seeker's were not even remotely human nor very quiet Osvald considered finding them to not prove too difficult though where to start he knew not.