"Aye, rest would be a great idea." Bjoric grumbled as he let out a yawn. He staggered with the rest of the party to the meagre shade provided by the plateau. The heat was already beginning to rise and was on the verge of becoming uncomfortable. 

"Sleeping in this is going to be like sleeping in a forge." They were going to need thier rest, especially if what he suspected was waiting for them was there. He pulled his bedroll from the wagon and placed it near the smooth stone cliff of the plateau. 

He sat on the bed, standing his hammer on the sand in front of him, the head pointing sideways to him so the symbol of Moradin was facing him. Saying the words in ancient dwarven he felt the air lose its arid quality. The hot breeze that had begun turn cool. He let out a sigh, giving thanks in the ancient language once more. 

"If ya think the heat will be too much for ye, let me know." He offered as the lowered his hammer to the sand beside him.