The desert winds whipped by as a cloaked figure rode towards the city. The pace was slow, but the large creature did not seem to mind the biting hot sand. Its hard plating and arched back clearly distinguished it from most other creatures, giving it a slightly otherworldly appearance. The figure pulled the dull grey cloak closer, shielding the wearer's eyes from the bright sun and the stinging wind. However, as the two entered the city, the wind almost immediately died, shifted and muted by the buildings to a dull draft.
"Shame," the figure muttered, voice muffled by the facial scarf, "I liked the wind... but it was salty," the voice rasped.
It was then that the pair came across a building with open doors, into which several individuals were drifting. Curious, the figure dismounted the spiny creature and tied a rope to the saddle bags and cart behind the Ingan Pangolin, patting its rounded head before inspecting the building. Slowly, the figure drifted in, looking about at what was happening inside.
"So... what's going on here?" the figure asked, voice muffled by the scarf still.