Okay. This was getting tedious, walking around and risking our lives (against bandits and heat), and with nothing to show for it. Seems as if the fallen tree I had passed died of boredom rather than lying plane on the ground. I stumbled over an old pile of marble rocks while dug in thoughts, flailing for an imaginary crutch but ultimately falling onto my elbows. "Argh..." I didn't moan out of pain but frustration, while I was still lying rather comfortably on the hot and cracked ground. Rolling onto my back and sitting up, I appreciated the view we got from up here as I slapped away dust from my clothes. Seemed as if the stronghold really was our new home, and a grand one at that. "Well, at least we don't have to keep running." I didn't grin when I realised we were entrenching ourselves against an unstoppable force, instead just hoping we'd have some god feeling pity for us. Funny, gods have odd and quirky ways of showing their emotions from above... assuming they exist of course.

Not a moment too soon (because I didn't want to spend too much time here), I stood up and stretched out my arms, looking to my left to a bunch of travellers. They were Kobold, but considering they almost blended in with the more dusty environment, they were presumably native to this area. Seemed as if they were just travelling as most Kobold did, well-equipped with a rack of weapons and several bags on their cart. "You mind if I try to make some money off these people, Dorisma? It's unlikely we'll find anything useful around here, unless you can somehow track dragons down."